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Meu domingo à tarde teve sessão de filme com meu melhor amigo. O filme foi Mamma Mia e a foto de hoje é parte de uma de nossas cenas prediletas que é embalada pela canção Slipping Through my Fingers. Quantas vezes você não teve a impressão de que as pessoas a quem amamos vão embora quando menos esperamos? A cena me ensinou como é bom se permitir compartilhar bons momentos com as pessoas que você ama. E, embora cada pessoa tenha sua história e o direito de segui-la, a vida é um encontro de várias histórias, que reunidas formam um belo filme. Dirija e protagonize sua melhor cena.
Slipping Through my Fingers
ABBA
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness And I have to sit down for a while The feeling that I’m losing her forever And without really entering her world I’m glad whenever I can share her laughter That funny little girl Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Slipping through my fingers all the time Do I really see what’s in her mind Each time I think I’m close to knowing She keeps on growing Slipping through my fingers all the time Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table Barely awake, I let precious time go by Then when she’s gone there’s that odd melancholy feeling And a sense of guilt I can’t deny What happened to the wonderful adventures The places I had planned for us to go (Slipping through my fingers all the time) Well, some of that we did but most we didn’t And why I just don’t know Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Slipping through my fingers all the time Do I really see what’s in her mind Each time I think I’m close to knowing She keeps on growing Slipping through my fingers all the time Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture And save it from the funny tricks of time Slipping through my fingers Slipping through my fingers all the time Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

Meu domingo à tarde teve sessão de filme com meu melhor amigo. O filme foi Mamma Mia e a foto de hoje é parte de uma de nossas cenas prediletas que é embalada pela canção Slipping Through my Fingers. Quantas vezes você não teve a impressão de que as pessoas a quem amamos vão embora quando menos esperamos? A cena me ensinou como é bom se permitir compartilhar bons momentos com as pessoas que você ama. E, embora cada pessoa tenha sua história e o direito de segui-la, a vida é um encontro de várias histórias, que reunidas formam um belo filme. Dirija e protagonize sua melhor cena.

Slipping Through my Fingers

ABBA

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning 
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile 
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness 
And I have to sit down for a while 
The feeling that I’m losing her forever 
And without really entering her world 
I’m glad whenever I can share her laughter 
That funny little girl 

Slipping through my fingers all the time 
I try to capture every minute 
The feeling in it 
Slipping through my fingers all the time 
Do I really see what’s in her mind 
Each time I think I’m close to knowing 
She keeps on growing 
Slipping through my fingers all the time 

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table 
Barely awake, I let precious time go by 
Then when she’s gone there’s that odd melancholy feeling 
And a sense of guilt I can’t deny 
What happened to the wonderful adventures 
The places I had planned for us to go 
(Slipping through my fingers all the time) 
Well, some of that we did but most we didn’t 
And why I just don’t know 

Slipping through my fingers all the time 
I try to capture every minute 
The feeling in it 
Slipping through my fingers all the time 
Do I really see what’s in her mind 
Each time I think I’m close to knowing 
She keeps on growing 
Slipping through my fingers all the time 

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture 
And save it from the funny tricks of time 
Slipping through my fingers 

Slipping through my fingers all the time 

Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning 
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile