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sexta-feira, 11 de janeiro de 2013
Mamografia...
Cara isso Dóiiiii
Dóiii muito, mas é necessário.
http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mamografia
Só queria saber por que não inventaram ainda um processo menos dolorido...
Meu problema é que sendo uma mulher de PEITO, tenho sempre q fazer mais q uma vez pois sou sempre subvalorizada pelos técnicos.
Se não fosse a dor seria, até bacana...
Façam sempre, que é um exame preventivo dos mais eficientes.
Música de Hoje: Even In The Quietest Moments
Eu queria que você soubesse...
Estou pensando em você.
Even In The Quietest Moments
Supertramp
Even in the quietest moments
I wish I knew
What I had to do
And even though the sun is shining
Well I feel the rain
Here it comes again, dear
And even when you showed me
My heart was out of tune
For there's a shadow of doubt
That's not letting me find you too soon
The music that you gave me
The language of my soul
Oh Lord, I want to be with you
Won't you let me come in from the cold?
Don't you let the sun fade away
Don't you let the sun fade away
Don't you let the sun be leaving
Won't you come to me soon
And even though the stars are listening
And the ocean's deep
I just go to sleep
And then I create the silent movie
You become the star
Is that what you are, dear?
Your whisper tells a secret
Your laughter brings me joy
And a wonder of feeling
I'm Nature's own little boy
But still the tears keep falling
They're raining from the sky
Well there's a lot of me got to go under
Before I get high
Don't you let the sun disappear
Don't you let the sun disappear
Don't you let the sun be leaving
No, you can't be leaving my life
Say that you won't be leaving my life
Say that you won't be leaving my life
Say won't you please, stay won't you please
Say won't you please, stay won't you please
Lord, won't you come and get into my life
Lord, won't you come and get into my life
Say won't you please, stay won't you please
Say won't you please, stay won't you please
Oh Lord, don't go
And even when the song is over
Where have I been
Was it just a dream?
And though your door is always open
Where do I begin
May I please come in, dear?
Marcadores:
Even In The Quietest Moments,
Música de hoje,
Supertramp
quinta-feira, 10 de janeiro de 2013
As vezes numa canção...
Sua vida parece que esta nela.
Ou apenas um pedaço.
As vezes, como magica,
Destinos se cruzam.
Harmonia.
Como numa canção.
Eu já vi isso varias vezes.
Uma musica vem embalar meu dia.
E ela se materializa.
Concreta,
Melódica,
ritmada...
Como uma canção.
Eu sempre tento escrever,
Uma letra pra traduzir.
Mas não consigo.
Queria, mas...
Meus sentimentos sempre
Ultrapassam a realidade.
Quase nunca rimam...
Nem melodia
Nem Harmonia...
Mas pra uma piada.
Que pra uma canção.
Música de Hoje: Dreams
Na maioria das vezes preciso de uma lembrança.
Esqueço.
Me traio.
Tenho q lembrar de mim.
E ae eu lembro.
A Vida é uma festa.
Se não for, eu faço virar piada.
Minha vida.
Altos e baixos.
Como todo mundo.
Em Branco e preto.
Minha qualidades
Meus defeitos.
Somente, eu, eu mesma, a Biss e a Ivana.
Dreams
Van Halen
World turns black and white
Pictures in an empty room
Your love starts fallin' down
Better change your tune, yeah
You reach for the golden ring
Reach for the sky
Baby, just spread your wings
We'll get higher and higher
Straight up, we'll climb
We'll get higher and higher
Leave it all behind
Run, run, run away
Like a train runnin' off the track
Got the truth bein' left behind
Falls between the cracks
Standin' on broken dreams
Never losin' sight, ah
Well just spread your wings
We'll get higher and higher
Straight up, we'll climb
We'll get higher and higher
Leave it all behind
So baby dry your eyes
Save all the tears you've cried
Oh, that's what dreams are made of
'Cause we belong in a world that must be strong
Oh, that's what dreams are made of
Yeah, we'll get higher and higher
Straight up, we'll climb
Higher and higher
Leave it all behind
We'll get higher and higher
Who knows what we'll find?
So baby dry your eyes
Save all the tears you've cried
Oh, that's what dreams are made of
Oh baby, we belong in a world that must be strong
Oh, that's what dreams are made of
And in the end on dreams we will depend
'Cause that's what love is made of
Musica de Hoje: Castle Of Glass
Castle Of Glass
Linkin Park
Take me down to the river bend.
Take me down to the fighting end.
Wash the poison from off my skin.
Show me how to be whole again.
Fly me up on a silver wing
Past the black, where the sirens sing.
Warm me up in a nova's glow.
And drop me down to the dream below.
Cause I'm only a crack
In this castle of glass
Hardly anything there for you to see.
For you to see...
Bring me home in a blinding dream,
Through the secrets that I have seen.
Wash the sorrow from off my skin
And show me how to be whole again.
Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything there for you to see.
For you to see..
Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything else I need to be
Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything there for you to see.
For you to see..
Marcadores:
Castle Of Glass,
Linkin Park,
Musica de Hoje
The Raven: Edgar Allan Poe
The Raven
By Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed
he;But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'."
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore!
By Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed
he;But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'."
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore!
Marcadores:
Edgar Allan Poe,
Nevermore,
nunca mais,
O Corvo,
The Raven
quarta-feira, 9 de janeiro de 2013
Passagens...
Olhei pela janela.
A saudade estava lá do lado.
Meus olhos caíram, de novo,
na foto.
De novo aquele, frio.
Aquele desconforto...
... no estomago.
Ao mesmo tempo o calor,
a mente corre...
Uma parte de mim,
A Criança...
Quer te ligar,
Te contar historias
Te fazer rir.
A outra parte,
Aquela que quer pensar.
Diz que ta tudo bem...
Acalma...
... controla...
Essa parte...
Ela sabe que é bom ver seu sorriso.
Ela adora cada momento q passa com você
Ela tem vontades de você...
Mas principalmente,
Sabe que você nem sabe disso...
E então segura tudo, e aproveita o que tem.
Cara, essa parte minha é mor esperta!
terça-feira, 8 de janeiro de 2013
Ofuscação...
Não me escondo.
Permaneço a vista.
Você não me vê.
Ou não sabe.
Não percebe.
Sombra.
Nessa vida que levo.
Você é o doce,
A cor, Arco-íris.
Eu represento
O oposto.
Sua luz me contagia.
E te persigo,
Tal qual, pequenos seres.
E no entento,
Disfarço,
Invisível.
Te observo.
Para saber mais: http://racasderpgeduardoteixeira.blogspot.com.br/2010/09/vampiros-disciplina-ofuscacao.html
Vivenda...
Verão Onírico.
Nas nuvens apenas um saber.
No alto da montanha
Algodão doce.
E você e eu...
Sem saber
Sem Ligar
Passeando de mãos dadas...
Navegando.
Seu olhar ao longe
Meu olhar com o seu
A chuva molha o corpo
Acompanha a canção.
A casa branca
A grama fresca
A sombra boa
As frutas maduras
E eu e você....
A palavra na boca
Coração não cala
A garganta seca
Emoção preenchendo.
E ae, acordei...
Vou tentar continuar sonhando hoje
Só
Você e eu....
segunda-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2013
Música de Hoje: Até Quando Esperar
Clichê e to politicamente revoltada!
Até Quando Esperar
Plebe Rude
Não é nossa culpa
Nascemos já com uma bênção
Mas isso não é desculpa
Pela má distribuição
Com tanta riqueza por aí, onde é que está
Cadê sua fração
Com tanta riqueza por aí, onde é que está
Cadê sua fração
Até quando esperar
E cadê a esmola que nós damos
Sem perceber que aquele abençoado
Poderia ter sido você
Com tanta riqueza por aí, onde é que está
Cadê sua fração
Com tanta riqueza por aí, onde é que está
Cadê sua fração
Até quando esperar a plebe ajoelhar
Esperando a ajuda de Deus
Até quando esperar a plebe ajoelhar
Esperando a ajuda de Deus
Posso
Vigiar teu carro
Te pedir trocados
Engraxar seus sapatos
Posso
Vigiar teu carro
Te pedir trocados
Engraxar seus sapatos
Sei
Não é nossa culpa
Nascemos já com uma bênção
Mas isso não é desculpa
Pela má distribuição
Com tanta riqueza por aí, onde é que está
Cadê sua fração
Com tanta riqueza por aí, onde é que está
Cadê sua fração
Até quando esperar
A plebe ajoelhar
Até quando esperar
A plebe ajoelhar
Esperando a ajuda do divino Deus
Marcadores:
Até Quando Esperar,
Música de hoje,
Plebe Rude
domingo, 6 de janeiro de 2013
Politicos: Como meu Saudoso Pai dizia...
E ele dizia: "Politico é tudo ladrão!"
Em meio a recente posse do nosso Honorável e Condenado Deputado Federal José Genoíno; e também estando as vésperas de que nosso Adorável Renan Calheiros volte a presidência da Nossa casa mais nobre, mesmo depois de ter renunciado para evitar um processo legislativo, minha mente vaga aos idos de70's.
Eu criança, meu pai tendo apenas dois partidos para votar (Arena e MDB), e reclamando de gastar seu feriado (naquele tempo as eleições eram sempre no dia 15 de novembro -- Só passou a ser no domingo depois de começarmos a ter segundo turno) para ter que escolher entre o ruim e o pior.
Quando passei a entender e ler sobre politica, sempre achava que quando votássemos tudo mudaria; e sabe que vi mudanças, a ditadura foi saindo aos poucos, o pessoal exilado voltou, as pessoas começaram a ter voz, o pessoal do "povo" teve oportunidade de se candidatar e ser eleitos.
Eu tive esperanças...
E ae...
E ae, se o cidadão comum tiver qualquer macula em sua ficha criminal, ele não consegue cargo publico. Ele dificilmente consegue emprego.
Hoje vemos os caras pagando advogados não para ajudarem a provar sua inocência, e sim para ajudar a encontrar lacunas na lei que os libere de responder por seus atos.
Vejo partidos, que antes eram o baluarte da mudança, acobertarem seus membros que só enlameiam seus nomes. E vejo a frase "Cortar na própria carne", ser usado da forma menos correta... Um sofisma para sair bem nas manchetes de jornais...
Partidos, se teu membro é corrupto, corte-o. Encobertar só faz com que mais e mais pessoas desacreditem em vocês...
E por fim, vem a copa ai, todos os estádios estão sendo construídos, enquanto isso filas e filas nos hospitais, e postos mal instalados. As escolas publicas não preparam seus alunos para um vestibular em escola publica, e todos ficam contentes com cotas...
Vamos começar hoje a divergir dessa metodologia de governar, vamos erguer nossas vozes, nos blogs, nas redes sociais...
Está certo que generalizar é horrível, acredito que tenham muitas pessoas boas na politica e que lutam pra tudo melhorar, mas enquanto não fizermos com que os tais da politica escutem nossa indignação,; esse cenário não mudará.
Então, eu vou continuar escrevendo e mandando cartas para os deputados, senadores e pra galera. Seja ouvido!
Em meio a recente posse do nosso Honorável e Condenado Deputado Federal José Genoíno; e também estando as vésperas de que nosso Adorável Renan Calheiros volte a presidência da Nossa casa mais nobre, mesmo depois de ter renunciado para evitar um processo legislativo, minha mente vaga aos idos de70's.
Eu criança, meu pai tendo apenas dois partidos para votar (Arena e MDB), e reclamando de gastar seu feriado (naquele tempo as eleições eram sempre no dia 15 de novembro -- Só passou a ser no domingo depois de começarmos a ter segundo turno) para ter que escolher entre o ruim e o pior.
Quando passei a entender e ler sobre politica, sempre achava que quando votássemos tudo mudaria; e sabe que vi mudanças, a ditadura foi saindo aos poucos, o pessoal exilado voltou, as pessoas começaram a ter voz, o pessoal do "povo" teve oportunidade de se candidatar e ser eleitos.
Eu tive esperanças...
E ae...
E ae, se o cidadão comum tiver qualquer macula em sua ficha criminal, ele não consegue cargo publico. Ele dificilmente consegue emprego.
Hoje vemos os caras pagando advogados não para ajudarem a provar sua inocência, e sim para ajudar a encontrar lacunas na lei que os libere de responder por seus atos.
Vejo partidos, que antes eram o baluarte da mudança, acobertarem seus membros que só enlameiam seus nomes. E vejo a frase "Cortar na própria carne", ser usado da forma menos correta... Um sofisma para sair bem nas manchetes de jornais...
Partidos, se teu membro é corrupto, corte-o. Encobertar só faz com que mais e mais pessoas desacreditem em vocês...
E por fim, vem a copa ai, todos os estádios estão sendo construídos, enquanto isso filas e filas nos hospitais, e postos mal instalados. As escolas publicas não preparam seus alunos para um vestibular em escola publica, e todos ficam contentes com cotas...
Vamos começar hoje a divergir dessa metodologia de governar, vamos erguer nossas vozes, nos blogs, nas redes sociais...
Está certo que generalizar é horrível, acredito que tenham muitas pessoas boas na politica e que lutam pra tudo melhorar, mas enquanto não fizermos com que os tais da politica escutem nossa indignação,; esse cenário não mudará.
Então, eu vou continuar escrevendo e mandando cartas para os deputados, senadores e pra galera. Seja ouvido!
Marcadores:
Arena,
Corrupção,
Deputado Federal,
Deputados,
governantes,
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Música de Hoje: Wuthering Heights
Essa musica fez parte dos meus pesadelos infantis.
Eu não entendia inglês.
Alias, até hj qdo eu escuto nem entendo a letra...
... so sei q a mina é um fantasma.
E vejam, eu li o Morro dos ventos uivantes quando tinha 15 anos.
Muito tempo depois... quase 10 anos depois;
e só depois dos 20 é q eu entendi q a música falava do livro.
E ainda me da medo.
PS: Essa é a musica de ontem... q esqueci de publicar pq ontem foi intenso!
E bom!!!
Wuthering Heights
Kate Bush
Out on the winding windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green
You had a temper, like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy
How could you leave me
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you, I loved you too
Bad dreams in the night
You told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home
I'm so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home
I'm so cold, let me in your window
Oh it gets dark, it gets lonely
On the other side from you
I pine a lot, I find the lot
Falls through without you
I'm coming back love, cruel Heathcliff
My one dream, my only master
Too long I roam in the night
I'm coming back to his side to put it right
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home
I'm so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home
I'm so cold, let me in your window
Oh let me have it, let me grab your soul away
Oh let me have it, let me grab your soul away
You know it's me, Cathy
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home
I'm so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home
I'm so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home
I'm so cold
sexta-feira, 4 de janeiro de 2013
Música de Hoje: Buddy Holly
Queria dançar com você.
A meia luz,
as cores se misturando na penumbra...
... seu olhar iluminando tudo.
Buddy Holly
Weezer
What's with these homies, dissin' my girl?
Why do they gotta front?
What did we ever do to these guys
That made them so violent?
Woo-hoo, but you know I'm yours
Woo-hoo, and I know you're mine
Woo-hoo, and that's for all time
oo-ee-oo, I look just like Buddy Holly
Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore
I don't care what they say about us anyway
I don't care 'bout that
Don't you ever fear, I'm always near
I know that you need help
Your tongue is twisted, your eyes are slit
You need a guardian
Woo-hoo, and you know I'm yours
Woo-hoo, and I know you're mine
Woo-hoo, and that's for all time
oo-ee-oo, I look just like Buddy Holly
Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore
I don't care what they say about us anyway
I don't care 'bout that
I don't care 'bout that
Bang! Bang! A knock on the door
Another big bang and you're down on the floor
Oh no! What do we do?
Don't look now but I lost my shoe
I can't run and I can't kick
What's a matter babe are you feelin' sick?
What's a matter, what's a matter, what's a matter you?
What's a matter babe, are you feelin' blue? and oh-oh-oh-oh
. . . and that's for all time
oo-ee-oo, I look just like Buddy Holly
Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore
I don't care what they say about us anyway
I don't care 'bout that
I don't care 'bout that
I don't care 'bout that
I don't care 'bout that
Marcadores:
Buddy Holly,
Mary Tyler Moore,
Música de hoje,
Weezer
quinta-feira, 3 de janeiro de 2013
Luz
Ouvi o barulho do vento.
Forte, mexia o prédio do lado.
Tudo escureceu.
Dentro de minha tinha aquele vazio.
E ao mesmo tempo apreensão.
Nada se mexia.
Esperei por horas.
Eternas
Etéreas
Esperei
Câimbras, desconforto
Frio
Esperei por meses
Anos
Exagerados Milênios
O vento batendo no vidro.
Sem musica.
Só a batida.
Ou seria meu coração?
A cabeça turva
Pensamentos soltos.
Escuro
Escuto
Vejo
A luz chegou.
Ou estou delirando?
Música de Hoje: Mr. Brightside
Ontem sonhei com você.
Engraçado, não era você no inicio.
E até achei bacana,
Sem stress...
Mas ae você pegou minha mão.
E senti você.
Mesmo sem nunca ter pego sua mão.
Eu vi o brilho dos teus olhos
Eu senti o calor da sua mão.
E era você.
E percebi que nem importa
Onde, ou com você possa estar.
Eu sei que é você.
Sem Stress.
Sem ansiedade...
Só deixando o curso da natureza
Sendo delicada com ela...
Aproveitando o que for
Com você.
Mr. Brightside
The Killers
I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go
And I just can't look it's killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside
I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go
'Cause I just can't look it's killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside
I never
I never
I never
I never
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