Sobre as estrelas....

Bonito. Bonita.
Estrelas pra sempre.

Beautiful
(Smashing Pumpkins)

"Beautiful, you're beautiful
as beautiful as the sun
Wonderful, you're wonderful
as wonderful as they come
And I can't help but feel attached to the feelings I can't even match
with my face pressed up to the glass, wanting you

Beautiful, you're beautiful,
as beautiful as the sky
Wonderful, it's wonderful, to know that you're just like I
And I'm sure you know me well
as i'm sure you don't
But you just can't tell
Who'll you love and who you won't

And I love you, as you love me
So let the clouds roll by your face
We'll let the world spin on to another place
We'll climb the tallest tree above it all
to look down on you and me and them

And I'm sure you know me well,
as i'm sure you don't
But you just can't tell,
Who you'll love and who you won't

Don't let your life wrap up around you
Don't forget to call, whenever
I'll be here just waiting for you
I'll be under your stars forever
Neither here nor there just right beside you
I'll be under the stars forever
Neither here nor there just right beside you..."

Mais aventuras

O grito de vez em quando vem de dentro.
E continua lá.

Vontade de gritar pelo bem, pelo mal, pela raiva contida, pelo sufoco dentro do peito.
E mesmo assim, nada libertará o que aqui se tranca.
Porque assim deve ser.
Porque nem tudo pode ser.

A verdade é que o que importa ainda é o mais importante..
Amar.
E vice-versa.

More adventurous
(Rilo Kiley)

"And it's only doubts that we're counting on fingers broken long ago.
I read with every broken heart, we should become more adventurous.
And if you banish me from your profits and if I get banished from the kingdom up above;
I'd sacrifice money and heaven, all for love.
Let me be loved! Let me be loved!

If my brain quits, well, I guess then that's just it.
And if my hands stop working, you can call me lazy.
And if I get pregnant, I guess I'll just have the baby.
Let it be loved! Let me be loved!

I've been trying to nod my head, but it's like I've got a broken neck.
Wanting to say 'I will' as my last testament...
For me to be saved and you to be brave, we don't have to walk down that aisle
'cause if marriage ain't enough,well, at least we'll be loved.

I've felt the wind on my cheek coming down from the eastand thought about how we are all as numerous as leaves on trees.
And maybe ours is the cause of all mankind:get loved, make more, try to stay alive."

Dorme em paz

"Deixa eu te ninar
Deixa eu perder meus dedos nos seus cabelos
Seus pesadelos vão terminar..."

E a vida continua............
Mais colorida, esfumaçada, inebriante.
Gosto da vida como ela é.
E como poderá ser um dia...
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Hora Velvet e afins...

"Vicious, you hit me with a flower You do it every hour Oh, baby you're so vicious Vicious, you want me to hit you with a stick But all I've got is a guitar pick Oh baby, you're so vicious When I watch you come, baby, I just want to run far away You're not the kind of person around I want to stay When I see you walking down the street I step on your hands and I mangle your feet You're not the kind of person that I want to meet Baby, oh you're so vicious, you're so vicious Vicious, you hit me with a flower You do it every hour Oh, baby you're so vicious Vicious, hey why don't you swallow razor blades You must think that I'm some kind of gay blade But baby, you're so vicious When I see you coming I just have to run You're not good and you certainly aren't very much fun When I see you walking down the street I step on your hand and I mangle your feet You're not the kind of person that I'd even want to meet 'Cause you're so vicious, baby, you're so vicious Vicious, vicious..." (Lou Reed)

Alvorecer...

A música que não é música:

Hemp
(Living Colour)

"How carefully I’ve shaped you in the solitude of days
How peaceful is my mind entwined in cord around my fingers
How sweet the days I’ve marked in knots I’ve tenderly caressed
So many times I’ve touched you, reached you, teased you
Now fingering these veins of hemp
Their hair upon my skin
And how gently, quickly you will sleep
Slip into my collection with its bristles, coils, intentions
Yet your words will be unfaithful before I set you free
Slip as life is bound to slip from this entropy disorder
Then tied and laid upon the floor in perfect symmetry
‘Til the frayed edge of your lips on mine
Positioned, placed at ease once more
‘Til this restlessness returns I turn and turn and turn again."


Tradução totalmente livre da letra acima:

Quão cuidadosamente eu te moldei na solidão dos dias
Quão em paz está minha mente unida em cordas pelos meus dedos
Quão doces os dias que marquei em laços, que ternamente acariciei
Tantas vezes eu te toquei, te alcancei, te provoquei
Agora manuseando esse nervo de hemp
Seu cabelo sobre minha pele
Como gentilmente, e rapidamente você dormirá...
Deslizando para minha coleção com seus pêlos, rolos, intenções
Suas palavras serão, ainda, infiéis até que eu te liberte
Deslizar como a vida está ligada ao deslizar vinda dessa desordem entrópica
Então amarrada e deitada no chão em perfeita simetria
Até a entrega de bandeja dos seus lábios nos meus
Posicionados, postos em conforto mais uma vez
Até esta inquietude retornar, eu volto, volto e volto novamente...

As férias estão acabando...
Deu pra organizar, um pouco, a casa, e desorganizar a vida.
Deu pra ver o Cerrado e se apaixonar novamente pelos seus céus e seus sóis...
Brasília é uma cidade insossa e setorizada
Abre chaves..

Palhaçada.
Faltou o nariz de palhaço.
Tio Lula
Ministérios
Diretores de Sindicatozinhos
A polícia de Brasília, que é bem tranquila. Nenhuma cacetada!!!(:):):):)
Servidores Federais Unidos.
E dessa vez não é só pelo din din.
É pela vergonha na cara.
Pela Justiça.
(Deixa esse Tribunal pra mim...)
Eleição?
Eu voto nulo.
Ou no pessoal do PSOL.
Palhaçada.
E eu acredito no Movimento dos Sem Terra que Liberta e quebra tudo!!!!!:):):):):

fecha chaves..

Mas o Cerrado.... Horizontalmente lindo e ponto.
Um fim de semana em Ubatuba porque o mar chamou e não se nega um pedido do mar...
E o porvir por vir...
O Universo gira e as estrelas nunca mudam de lugar...
Por que será?
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