Mine Vaganti, de Ferzan Ozpetek
Nina Zilli feat. Giulliano Palma|50 mila lacrime
quarta-feira, 27 de outubro de 2010
sábado, 23 de outubro de 2010
Jumping
Sigur Ros - Hoppipolla
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Hoppipolla
terça-feira, 31 de agosto de 2010
Gosto.
Is there a time for keeping your distance
A time to turn your eyes away
Is there a time for keeping your head down
For getting on with your day
Is there a time for kohl and lipstick
A time for curling hair
Is there a time for high street shopping
To find the right dress to wear
Here she comes
Heads turn around
Here she comes
To take her crown
Is there a time to run for cover
A time for kiss and tell
Is there a time for different colours
Different names you find it hard to spell
Is there a time for first communion
A time for East Seventeen
Is there a time to turn to Mecca
Is there time to be a beauty queen
Here she comes
Beauty plays the clown
Here she comes
Surreal in her crown
Dici che il fiume
Trova la via al mare
E come il fiume
Giungerai a me
Oltre i confini
E le terre assetate
Dici che come il fiume
Come il fiume...
L'amore giungerà
L'amore...
E non so più pregare
E nell'amore non so più sperare
E quell'amore non so più aspettare
[Translation of the above]
You say that the river
finds the way to the sea
and like the river
you will come to me
beyond the borders
and the dry lands
You say that like a river
like a river...
the love will come
the love...
And i don't know how to pray anymore
and in love i don't know how to hope anymore
and for that love i don't know how to wait anymore
Is there a time for tying ribbons
A time for Christmas trees
Is there a time for laying tables
And the night is set to freeze
"Miss Sarajevo", Pavarotti & Friends
terça-feira, 27 de julho de 2010
quarta-feira, 21 de julho de 2010
quinta-feira, 15 de julho de 2010
terça-feira, 8 de junho de 2010
quem diria?
Uprising
They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious
terça-feira, 25 de maio de 2010
quarta-feira, 5 de maio de 2010
sábado, 13 de março de 2010
quinta-feira, 25 de fevereiro de 2010
:) My first, my last, my everything...
.
.
My first, my last, my everything.
And the answer to all my dreams.
You're my sun, my moon, my guiding star.
My kind of wonderful, that's what you are.
I know there's only, only one like you.
There's no way, they could have made two
You're all I'm living for,
Your love I'll keep for evermore,
You're the first, you're the last, my everything.
In you I've found so many things
A love so new only you could bring
Can't you see if you,
You'll make me feel this way.
You're like a first morning dew on a brand new day.
I see so many way that I can love you,
Till the day I die.
You're my reality, yet I'm lost in a dream.
You're the first, the last, my everything
I know there's only, only one like you.
There's no way they could have made two.
Girl you're my reality
But I'm lost in a dream
You're the first, you're the last, my everything
.
Ah pois és...
.
My first, my last, my everything.
And the answer to all my dreams.
You're my sun, my moon, my guiding star.
My kind of wonderful, that's what you are.
I know there's only, only one like you.
There's no way, they could have made two
You're all I'm living for,
Your love I'll keep for evermore,
You're the first, you're the last, my everything.
In you I've found so many things
A love so new only you could bring
Can't you see if you,
You'll make me feel this way.
You're like a first morning dew on a brand new day.
I see so many way that I can love you,
Till the day I die.
You're my reality, yet I'm lost in a dream.
You're the first, the last, my everything
I know there's only, only one like you.
There's no way they could have made two.
Girl you're my reality
But I'm lost in a dream
You're the first, you're the last, my everything
.
Ah pois és...
Etiquetas:
Barry White,
Dias assim,
Jukebox
segunda-feira, 22 de fevereiro de 2010
quarta-feira, 3 de fevereiro de 2010
Norman Rockwell
segunda-feira, 18 de janeiro de 2010
Es-pe-ran-ça
Lá bem no alto do décimo segundo andar do Ano
Vive uma louca chamada Esperança
E ela pensa que quando todas as sirenas
Todas as buzinas
Todos os reco-recos tocarem
Atira-se
E
— ó delicioso vôo!
Ela será encontrada miraculosamente incólume na calçada,
Outra vez criança...
E em torno dela indagará o povo:
— Como é teu nome, meninazinha de olhos verdes?
E ela lhes dirá
(É preciso dizer-lhes tudo de novo!)
Ela lhes dirá bem devagarinho, para que não esqueçam:
— O meu nome é ES-PE-RAN-ÇA...
Mário Quintana, "Nova Antologia Poética", Editora Globo - São Paulo, 1998, pág. 118.
Vive uma louca chamada Esperança
E ela pensa que quando todas as sirenas
Todas as buzinas
Todos os reco-recos tocarem
Atira-se
E
— ó delicioso vôo!
Ela será encontrada miraculosamente incólume na calçada,
Outra vez criança...
E em torno dela indagará o povo:
— Como é teu nome, meninazinha de olhos verdes?
E ela lhes dirá
(É preciso dizer-lhes tudo de novo!)
Ela lhes dirá bem devagarinho, para que não esqueçam:
— O meu nome é ES-PE-RAN-ÇA...
Mário Quintana, "Nova Antologia Poética", Editora Globo - São Paulo, 1998, pág. 118.
Etiquetas:
Brasil,
Mário Quintana,
Poesia
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