domingo, setembro 28, 2003
Motivo
Eu canto porque o instante existe
e a minha vida está completa.
Não sou alegre nem sou triste:
sou poeta.
Irmão das coisas fugidias,
não sinto gozo nem tormento.
Atravesso noites e dias
no vento.
Se desmorono ou se edifico,
se permaneço ou se desfaço,
- Não sei, não sei. Não sei se fico
ou passo.
Sei que canto. E a canção é tudo.
Tem sangue eterno e asa ritmada.
E um dia sei que estarei mudo:
- mais nada.
Cecília Meireles
quinta-feira, setembro 25, 2003
Inspired by 'The Spirit of Radio' in Toronto, alive and well (so far).
Words by Neil Peart, Music by Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson (Rush)
Begin the day
With a friendly voice
A companion, unobtrusive
Plays that song that's so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood
Off on your way
Hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
For the Spirit ever lingers
Undemanding contact
In your happy solitude
Invisible airwaves
Crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle
With the energy
Emotional feedback
On a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price ---
Almost free...
All this machinery
Making modern music
Can still be open-hearted
Not so coldly charted
It's really just a question
Of your honesty
One likes to believe
In the freedom of music
But glittering prizes
And endless compromises
Shatter the illusion
Of integrity
"For the words of the profits
Are written on the studio wall,
Concert hall ---
Echoes with the sounds...
Of salesmen."
.
Words by Neil Peart, Music by Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson (Rush)
Begin the day
With a friendly voice
A companion, unobtrusive
Plays that song that's so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood
Off on your way
Hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
For the Spirit ever lingers
Undemanding contact
In your happy solitude
Invisible airwaves
Crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle
With the energy
Emotional feedback
On a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price ---
Almost free...
All this machinery
Making modern music
Can still be open-hearted
Not so coldly charted
It's really just a question
Of your honesty
One likes to believe
In the freedom of music
But glittering prizes
And endless compromises
Shatter the illusion
Of integrity
"For the words of the profits
Are written on the studio wall,
Concert hall ---
Echoes with the sounds...
Of salesmen."
.
domingo, setembro 21, 2003
quarta-feira, setembro 17, 2003
*****
When you have everything,
You have everything to lose.
She made herself
A bed of nails
And shes plannin' on puttin' it to use.
Cos she had diamonds on the inside
She had diamonds on the inside
She had diamonds on the inside
Diamonds
*****
"Diamonds on the inside" do Ben Harper : hit do meu walkman.
When you have everything,
You have everything to lose.
She made herself
A bed of nails
And shes plannin' on puttin' it to use.
Cos she had diamonds on the inside
She had diamonds on the inside
She had diamonds on the inside
Diamonds
*****
"Diamonds on the inside" do Ben Harper : hit do meu walkman.
segunda-feira, setembro 15, 2003
Bug no Cérebro
Consiste no seguinte:
Fique onde está ( sentado na sua cadeira ). Levante teu pé direito e comece a fazer movimentos circulares na sentido horário. Enquanto fica fazendo o movimento com seu pé, levante a mão direita e tente escrever o número 6 no ar.
Seu pé automaticamente mudará o sentido do movimento...
(Extraído do Blog do Hiro)
Consiste no seguinte:
Fique onde está ( sentado na sua cadeira ). Levante teu pé direito e comece a fazer movimentos circulares na sentido horário. Enquanto fica fazendo o movimento com seu pé, levante a mão direita e tente escrever o número 6 no ar.
Seu pé automaticamente mudará o sentido do movimento...
(Extraído do Blog do Hiro)
domingo, setembro 14, 2003
segunda-feira, setembro 01, 2003
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