A Papoila e a Tibeu deram-me mais dois prémios: da primeira recebi o troféu dos amigos que passo a todos os amigos que cá vêm e da segunda diz que gosta deste blog. Quem sou eu para contrariar?
A minha inspiração não anda essas coisas após uma noite mal dormida a ver os Óscares por isso deixo aqui mais uma musiquinha tirada do baú. Já que estamos num clima propicio a danças orientais que tal a Desert Rose do Sting?

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams that tie two hearts that will never die
And near the flames
The shadows play in the shape of the mans desire

This desert rose
Whose shadow bears the secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this

And now she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothings as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Whose shadow bears the secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of hidden hearts and souls
This desert flower
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love