A festa ancestral

Nesta noite sagrada,

na qual o véu que separa os mundos se encontra mais fino,

somos visitados pelos nossos ancestrais.
Acendo hoje uma vela.
Relembro com amor aqueles que já partiram.

Uma noite de Samhain repleta de magia...

Flutuo

Flutuo nos nossos doces momentos

e quero que nada mude

pois o amanhã está para breve...

Turn me on

"Like a flower waiting to bloom

Like a lightbulb in a dark room
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come home and turn me on
Like the desert waiting for the rain

Like a school kid waiting for the spring
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
My poor heart, it's been so dark since you been gone
After all, you're the one who turns me off
You're the only one who can turn me back on
My hi-fi's waiting for a new tune
The glass is waiting for some fresh ice cubes
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
Turn me on"

Norah Jones