quinta-feira, 22 de julho de 2010

domingo, 16 de maio de 2010



"Vivo num clip sem nexo
Um pierrô-retrocesso
Meio bossa nova e rock ‘n’ roll"(Cazuza)
"Eu quero é correr mundo, correr perigo
Eu quero é ir-me embora
Eu quero dar o fora" (Caetano Veloso)
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"Todos estes que aí estão
Atravancando o meu caminho,
Eles passarão.
Eu passarinho!"(Mário Quintana)
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"Liberdade é pouco. O que eu desejo ainda não tem nome."(Clarice Lispector)
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turbilhão
tur.bi.lhão
sm (fr turbillon)
3. Tudo o que nos arrasta ou nos excita violentamente.

sábado, 15 de maio de 2010




I don't wanna grow up - THE RAMONES

When I'm lyin' in my bed at night I don't wanna grow up
Nothing ever seems to turn out right I don't wanna grow up

How do you move in a world of fog that's always
Changing things Makes wish that I could be a dog

When I see the price that you pay I don't wanna grow up
I don't ever want to be that way I don't wanna grow up

Seems that folks turn into things that they
Never want The only thing to live for is today...

I'm gonna put a hole in my T.V. set I don't wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest I don't wanna grow up

I don't wanna have to shout it out I don't want my hair to fall out
I don't wanna be filled with doubtI don't wanna be a good boy scout
I don't wanna have to learn to count I don't wanna have the biggest amount
I don't wanna grow up

Well when I see my parents fight I don't wanna grow up
They all go out and drinkin' all night I don't wanna grow up

I'd rather stay here in my room Nothin' out there but sad and gloom
I don't wanna live in a big old tomb on grand street
When I see the 5 o'clock news I don't wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes I don't wanna grow up

Stay around in my old hometown I don't wanna put no money down
I don't wanna get a big old loan Work them fingers to the bone
I don't wanna float on a broom Fall in love, get married then boom
How the hell dis I get here so soon No I don't want to grow up



Poema 12

Para mi corazón basta tu pecho,
para tu libertad bastan mis alas.
Desde mi boca llegará hasta el cielo
lo que estaba dormido sobre tu alma.
Es en ti la ilusión de cada día.
Llegas como el rocío a las corolas.
Socavas el horizonte con tu ausencia.
Eternamente en fuga como la ola.
He dicho que cantabas en el viento
como los pinos y como los mástiles.
Como ellos eres alta y taciturna.
Y entristeces de pronto como un viaje.
Acogedora como un viejo camino.
Te pueblan ecos y voces nostálgicas.
Yo desperté y a veces emigran y huyen
pájaros que dormían en tu alma.

(Pablo Neruda)