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...a direita junta-se toda e a esquerda não, porque......
"...para ser lido da mesma forma como muitas vezes os gatos entram na nossa vida... ou seja, ao acaso..."
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Words and Music by
Paul Simon
A change of mood
A summer storm erased
the sunny sky
Two hapless
hitchhikers were signaling us
As we were cruising by
Not in the mood
For idle chat or
hitchhike company
Nevertheless
We took them on as
highway courtesy
Hurry get yourselves
inside the truck
We're just going up a
ways
The rain should turn
to mist with any luck
And you can find a
place to stay
The woman spoke
Her voice a blend
Of regional perfumes
We have no destination
The moon and stars
Provide us with our
rooms
My boy and me
We're refugees of
sorts
From my home town
They don't like
different there
They would have mowed
us down
He doesn't talk much
anymore
Just to the voices in
his head
The boy just gazed
down at the floor
And nodded once or
twice at what she said
The sacred harp
That David played to
make his songs of praise
We long to hear those
strings
That set his heart
ablaze
The ringing strings
The thought that God
turns music into bliss. . .
We left the pick-up in
the driveway
I can't seem to face
up to the facts
I'm tense and nervous
and I can't relax
I can't sleep 'cause
my bed's on fire
Don't touch me, I'm a
real live wire
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa-fa-fa-fa,
fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, better
Run, run, run, run,
run, run, run away, oh-oh-oh
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa-fa-fa-fa,
fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, better
Run, run, run, run,
run, run, run away, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ooh
You start a
conversation, you can't even finish it
You're talking a lot,
but you're not saying anything
When I have nothing to
say, my lips are sealed
Say something once,
why say it again?
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa-fa-fa-fa,
fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, better
Run, run, run, run,
run, run, run away, oh-oh-oh
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa-fa-fa-fa,
fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, better
Run, run, run, run,
run, run, run away, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Ce que j'ai fait, ce soir-là
Ce qu'elle a dit, ce
soir-là
Réalisant mon espoir
Je me lance vers la
gloire, okay
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya,
ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
We are vain and we are
blind
I hate people when
they're not polite
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa-fa-fa-fa,
fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, better
Run, run, run, run,
run, run, run away, oh-oh-oh
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa-fa-fa-fa,
fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, better
Run, run, run, run,
run, run, run away, oh, oh, oh, oh
Nací un día equivocado.
En un país equivocado.
En una calle equivocada.
Amé a mujeres equivocadas.
Visité bares equivocados y tuve amigos equivocados.
Y así todo se fue dando.
Trenes que no conducían a ninguna parte.
Aviones que no aterrizaban.
Buses que salían fuera de horario.
Barcos que se hundían.
Y así fui por la vida.
Mi equipo favorito pierde.
Los botones de mi camisa desaparecen.
Mi cantante preferido se suicida.
Mi horóscopo indica nubarrones
y la chica que amaba se fue con mi mejor amigo.
En verdad que no sé por qué mierda soy tan feliz.
Hugo Vera Miranda, DAQUI
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Hugo Vera Miranda, DAQUI
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AbrilAbril |
estes badamecos que fazem a campanha eleitoral a emborcar cerveja nas semanas académicas, que sabem eles?!?!
... fizeram-me acordar mal disposta.
parece que rebentaram a bolha em que eu tenho andado a viver.
mas agora penso:
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André Carrilho |
Eles tentaram medir o teu suor, multiplicaram
pela taxa de inflação
E um estudo muito detalhado concluiu
Que tens de te esforçar um pouco mais
Eles cobriram os campos com betão,
encurralaram as flores e os animais
E um especialista reputado diz
Que as palhinhas vão foder os oceanos em 2030
e tal
E o amor abriu em queda, o amor abriu em queda
O amor abriu em queda nos mercados
Eles roubaram o beijo à tua boca e até
limparam a cuspo das bochechas
E um fato azul petróleo anuiu que o carinho
deve ser privatizado
Eles trouxeram as armas e as pazes
E capacetes para apanhar merda de pombo
E um jornalista destacado no local pergunta
que horas são aqui agora
E o amor abriu em queda, o amor abriu em queda
O amor abriu em queda nos mercados
Será que eles somos nós? Dizem que eles somos
nós
Achas que eles somos nós? Dizem que eles somos
nós
Ando cá desconfiado que na volta somos nós
I saw a man this morning
From his eyes tears
were falling
As he made ready for
war
He shouted out a
warning;
You slew my sweetest
friend
And as sure as day is
dawning
His death will be
avenged
Was it so hard to die,
Achilles
So very hard to die?
You know and I know
not, Achilles
So much the happier I
You breached the walls
of Troy, Achilles
Slaughtered a thousand
men
Patroclus is
destroyed, Achilles
And can’t come back
again
I saw a man this
morning
Trudging through a
muddy field
From the sky a shell
was falling
With his name
scratched in the steel
Lend him your shield,
Achilles the gods to be his guide
All he has is A
Shropshire Lad
With this poem
scrawled inside
Was it so hard to die,
Achilles
So very hard to die?
You know and I know
not, Achilles
So much the happier I
Look to the starry
skies, Achilles
Look to the silver
seas
They do not live or
die, Achilles
And neither do we
I saw a man this
morning
He was turning
fifty-three
And his pampered mind
was turning
To thoughts of
mortality
One day I will be
nothing
Think how funny that
will feel
For we, the living
Death is the Achilles
Heel
If blood will flow
when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the color of
the evening Sun
Tomorrow's rain will
wash the stains away
But something in our
minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act
was meant
To clinch a lifetime's
argument
That nothing comes
from violence
And nothing ever could
For all those born
beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how
fragile we are
On and on the rain
will fall
Like tears from a
star, like tears from a star
On and on the rain
will say
How fragile we are,
how fragile we are
On and on the rain
will fall
Like tears from a
star, like tears from a star
On and on the rain
will say
How fragile we are,
how fragile we are
How fragile we are,
how fragile we are
(05-01-2025)
... e a RTP2 fez uma coisa linda..
(ainda me belisco para ter a certeza...)
(13-05-2024)
...e a aventura continua...
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Coordenador do Coro - Barítono Rui Baeta |
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Maestro Martim Sousa Tavares |
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Palácio de Congressos do Algarve, 11-05-2024 |
... depois de ouvir a Billie concluí que, para
mim, infelizmente, têm...
os textos das músicas são de quem tem (ou
teve...?) entre 16 e 22 anos.
a interrogação remete para a alma velha que
parece ter esta menina.
no texto de introdução
deste Tiny lê-se: "Saudade is a Portuguese word that can be roughly
defined as a feeling of melancholy, nostalgia or yearning for something that is
beloved but not present. There's no perfect translation, but one of the closest
English expressions of the word I've ever seen is Billie Eilish's Tiny Desk
performance."
porque se têm estas "saudades" aos
22 anos...?
mas a razão de guardar aqui este concerto, tem
a ver com a voz cristalina, simples, linda que ela apresenta!
derrrrrrete-me por dentro a alma, o corpo.
este duo com o irmão é delicioso.
tinha eu práí 14 anos, com o meu irmão, que
teria práí 19 e 2 irmãos (um deles viria a fazer parte de uma banda pop muito
conhecida nos anos 80), resolvemos criar um grupo. a tentativa durou pouco
tempo mas a memória da experiencia de cantar com o meu mano ficou até hoje.
durante a minha infância e adolescência
cantámos muito, em casa, ao final do dia, com o mano a acompanhar à viola.
só depois deste video
Young man
It’s been so heavy for
you
You must have felt so
alone
The anguish and pain
I should have known
With such a heavy
burden
You had to carry all
on your own
Forgive me son
I should have known
So close your eyes
Arms open wide
And feel the light
Arms open wide
You shine like a sun
Shine like a sun
Young gun
See how far you’ve
come
You were hiding down
Where you almost
drowned
Then a light like
yours
We can’t put out
You shine like a sun
Shine like a sun
Young gun
So run down the
mountains
Run down the hills of
your dreams
You are everything
You have everything
you need
So run down the
mountains
Arms open wide
Run down the hills of
your dreams
Arms open wide
Feel the light
Shine like a sun
Young gun
Love,
Guess you found a way
to get through
Got so used feeling
nothing at all
For so long
No
Now all I wanna do is
love you
But my head is holding
up my heart
My heart
And I've seen all the
signs
What if they're all
lies?
Will it even matter
what you say?
Can you make these
feelings go away?
Tell me, is this real
to you?
Cause I can feel my
heart again
You're so tempting but
I'm
Scared so I'd rather
pretend
That I don't love you
like I do
Cause I don't want to
hurt again
I wanna love you but
I'm
Scared so I'd rather
pretend
I'd rather pretend
I'd rather pretend, oh
What if I'm at a loss,
Hoping you'll come
back to me when you're gone?
There's so many ways
I've seen this going wrong
So many ways I've seen
this fall apart
Cause I've seen all
the signs
What if they're all
lies?
Will it even matter
what you say?
Can you make these
feelings go away?
Tell me, is this real
to you?
Cause I can feel my
heart again
You're so tempting but
I'm
Scared so I'd rather
pretend
That I don't love you
like I do
Cause I don't want to
hurt again
I wanna love you but
I'm
Scared so I'd rather
pretend
I'd rather pretend
I'd rather pretend, oh
... agora percebo o que a prole tem sentido...
amarfanha-se-me a alma e só apetece dar colinho, né...?
tão assustador quanto surreal, porque o que se passa no ambiente familiar é que não faz sentido nenhum!
de que falam as famílias?
e não digam que a culpa é dos écrans, porque neles também estão assuntos interessantes!
porque não são capazes, os adultos, de puxar os jovens e crianças para temas que mexam com a vida deles, com o futuro?
nunca, como agora, existiu tanta informação, tanto assunto para abrir discussões!