Quando a gente prova uma coisa boa, corre logo e conta pra galera, né?! Esse lombo da Seara é uma delícia!
Macio, suculento, temperadinho e prático! Só tem que se ligar porque não dá pra descongelar na agonia e pôr no forno. O ideal é deixar descongelando por umas 20 horas na geladeira e depois tem mais 60 minutinhos de forno =P Tem que apelar pro petisco, porque quando o cheiro sobe, a fome acorda.
Este post não é um publieditorial e a Seara não me dá um vintém. Mas quando a coisa é boa, a propaganda é justa!
All my bags are packed
I’m ready to go
I’m standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breaking, it’s early morn’
the taxi ‘s waiting, he’s blowing his horn,
Already I’m so lonesome I could die
So kiss me and smile for me
tell me that you’ll wait for me
hold me like you’ll never let me go
‘Cause I’m leaving on a jetplane,
don’t know when I’ll be back again,
oh babe I hate to go
I hate to go…
There’s so many times I’ve let you down
so many times I’ve played around
but now you know that they don’t mean a thing
Every place I go, I’ll think of you
Every song I sing, I’ll sing for you
When I come back I’ll wear your weddingring
So kiss me and smile for me
tell me that you’ll wait for me
hold me like you’ll never let me go
I’m leaving on a jetplane
don’t know when I’ll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
I hate to go…
Now the time has come to leave you
one more time, let me kiss you
close your eyes and I’ll be on my way
Dream about the days to come
when I won’t have to leave alone,
about the times when I won’t have to say…
So kiss me and smile for me
tell me that you’ll wait for me
hold me like you’ll never let me go
I’m leaving on a jetplane,
don’t know when I’ll be back again,
oh babe I hate to go
I hate to go…
Para quem ainda não ouviu falar, a Boyce Avenue é uma banda dos EUA formada por três irmãos que juntos tocam um pop rock super legal
E como coisa boa a gente compartilha com as amigas, aperta o play, moçada!!!
Tattoo, No One, Where is the love Boyce Avenue
No matter what you say about love,
I keep coming back for more,
Keep my head in the fire,
Sooner or later I get what I’m asking for
No matter what you say about life
I learn everytime I bleed
The truth is a stranger
Soul is in danger
I gotta let my spirit be free
To admit that I’m wrong
And then change my mind
Sorry but I have to move on and leave you behind
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I’m feeling
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I feel for you
Sick of playing all of these games
It’s not about taking sides
When I looked in the mirror, didn’t deliver
It hurt enough to think I could stop
Admit that I’m wrong and then change my mind
Sorry but I’ve gotta be strong and leave you behind
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I’m feeling
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I feel for you
People killin’, people dyin’
Children hurt and you hear them cryin’
would you practice what you preach
or would you turn the other cheek
Father, Father, Father help us
send us some guidance from above
‘Cause people really got me questionin’
Where is the love (Love)
The love, the love
Where is the love
The love, the love
And no one, no one,
Can get in the way of what I’m feeling
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I’m feeling
No one, no one, no one
Can get in the way of what I feel for you
Can get in the way of what I feel for you
Can get in the way of what I feel for you
Dizem que tempo é dinheiro, e eu estou pobre, pobre, pobre, de marré deci. A maioria de nós tem mil projetos aconcetendo em paralelo, seja nas nossas cabeças, no trabalho ou na vida pessoal mesmo. E quando a vida está assim, muito corrida e cheia de prioridades, começamos a cortar tudo que nos parece dispensável. Confesso que hidratar a pele é a primeira coisa que voa nessa brincadeira.
Vivo em busca de produtos que, além de serem bons, sejam práticos, muito práticos. Se eu economizo um tempinho ali, posso fazer mais uma coisinha aqui. E por isso, presto bastante atenção em coisas que fazemos quase que inconscientemente, tomar banho é uma delas. Imagine vocês, se toda vez que eu saísse do banho, fosse me besuntar de hidratante, esperar a pele absorver para depois me vestir… Simplesmente, pra mim, e para a maioria das mulheres que conheço, isso não funciona como uma rotina.
Então depois de vários experimentos, hihihi, eu elegi 2 produtos que realmente são meus amigos em matéria de economia de tempo, afinal, se tempo é dinheiro, temos que economizar e também saber usar =)
O primeiro é o Dove Cream Oil. Um sabonete super cremoso, cheiroso e muito hidratante. Achei melhor (e muito mais barato) que um tal hidratante de banho com enxague que ainda habita o meu banheiro porque não cumpre lá o que promete…
O outro produtinho é o Óleo Sève da Natura que comprei para passar somente nas pernas e pés. Apesar do preço salgadinho, ele dura bastante, é rápido de passar, hidrata na hora e tem cheirinho bom.
É isso, meninas: sabonete hidratante (ou hidratante sabonete?) + um óleo de amêndoas nas pernocas enquanto o condicionador de cabelo faz efeito é sucesso!
Vocês já adotaram algum truque assim para otimizar a rotina de vocês? Compartilhem as dicas!
Owl City é um projeto musical de synthpop do músico estadunidense Adam Young. Pra quem não sabe, synthpop é um estilo de música em que os teclados e sintetizadores são os instrumentos musicais dominantes. É considerado por muitos como a junção máxima da música eletrônica com o rock [Wikipédia].
A música Fireflies foi top nas paradas musicais nos EUA e Canadá e é top na minha playlist também. Super indico!
Fireflies Owl City
You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep
‘Cause they’d fill the open air
And leave teardrops everywhere
You’d think me rude
But I would just stand and stare
I’d like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay
Awake when I’m asleep
‘Cause everything is never as it seems
‘Cause I’d get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head
A sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread
I’d like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay
Awake when I’m asleep
‘Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep
Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
‘Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep
(Please take me away from here)
When I’m far too tired to fall asleep
To ten million fireflies
I’m weird ’cause I hate goodbyes
I got misty eyes as they said farewell
But I’ll know where several are
If my dreams get real bizarre
‘Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar
I’d like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay
Awake when I’m asleep
‘Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep
I’d like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay
Awake when I’m asleep
‘Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep
I’d like to make myself believe
That planet earth turns slowly
It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay
Awake when I’m asleep
Because my dreams are bursting at the seams
Amo, escuto mil vezes, me lembra baladinha da adolescência e já foi até toque do meu celular (tive que trocar depois de perder algumas ligações para ficar escutando…). Enjoy!
Broken Strings (featuring Nelly Furtado) James Morrison
Let me hold you
For the last time
It’s the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can’t feel anything
When I love you
Rings so untrue
I can’t even convince myself
When I’m speaking
It’s the voice of someone else
Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on but it hurts too much
I try to forgive but it’s not enough
To make it all okay
You can’t play on broken strings
You can’t feel anything
That your heart don’t want to feel
I can’t tell you something that ain’t real
Oh the truth hurts
A lie’s worse
I cannot give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us
Running back through the fire
When there’s nothing left to save
It’s like chasing the very last train
When it’s too late
Too late
Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on but it hurts too much
I try to forgive but it’s not enough
To make it all okay
You can’t play on broken strings
You can’t feel anything
That your heart don’t want to feel
I can’t tell you something that ain’t real
Oh the truth hurts
A lie’s worse
I cannot give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
But we’re running through the fire
When there’s nothing left to save
It’s like chasing the very last train
When we both know it’s too late
Too late
You can’t play on broken strings
You can’t feel anything
That your heart don’t want to feel
I can’t tell you something that ain’t real
Oh the truth hurts
A lie’s worse
So I cannot give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
Oh you know that I love you a little less than before
Let me hold you
For the last time
It’s the last chance to feel again
Hoje me inspirei e criei uma nova tag aqui no blog: Aperta o play! Espero que vocês possam curtir algumas das músicas que amo e que moram na minha playlist.
Your Song é definitivamente uma das minhas músicas preferidas. Foi composta por Elton John (música) e Bernie Taupin (letra) em 1967. Nada novo até aí, né?! A novidade é sua versão na voz de Ellie Goulding, uma inglesinha de muito talento que descobri recentemente. Então… aperta o play!!!
Your Song Ellie Goulding
It’s a little bit funny this feeling inside
I’m not one of those who can easily hide
I don’t have much money but boy if I did
I’d buy a big house where we both could live
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I’ve forgotten if they’re green or they’re blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a girl who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it’s not much but it’s the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one’s for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world
O Brebotes é um blog de dicas para inspirar Amélias modernas, que inventam, fazem receitinhas, lêem revistas de moda, gostam de maquiagem, trabalham… enfim, meninas que pintam as unhas, mas põem a mão na massa.
