amava
chorava
gritava,
matava,
sonhava
adoecia
curava
apaixonava
conhecia
partia
voltava
ensolarava
conversava
planejava
frustrava-se
viajava
retornava
revisitava
brigava
replanejava
descobria
acreditava
desabava
destruía.
.
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replanta
e reconstrói
felicidade
escritos, sonhos, desabafos, poemas, ficções e inspirações de uma escritora frustrada.
sexta-feira, 28 de maio de 2010
terça-feira, 25 de maio de 2010
Lily Allen says...
I could say that I'll always be here for you
But that would be a lie and quite a pointless thing to do
I could say that I'll always have feelings for you
But I've got a life ahead of me and I'm only 22
Since you've gone I've lost that chip on my shoulder
Since you've gone I feel like I've gotten older
Now you're gone it's as if the whole wide world is my stage
Now you're gone it's like I've been let out of my cage
You always made it clear that you hated my friends
You made me feel so guilty when I was running round with them
And everything was always about being cool
And now I've come to realise there's nothing cool about you at all
Since you've gone I've lost that chip on my shoulder
Since you've gone I feel like I've gotten older
Now you're gone it's as if the whole wide world is my stage
Now you're gone it's like I've been let out of my cage
Since you've gone I've lost that chip on my shoulder
Since you've gone I feel like I've gotten older
Now you're gone it's as if the whole wide world is my stage
Now you're gone it's like I've been let out of my cage
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segunda-feira, 24 de maio de 2010
Music Monday VII
Hoje está chovendo, é segunda feira, e eu tive prova ontem. Deveria ter trabalhado no meu projeto (e não trabalhei), deveria ter voltado cedo pra casa (e fiquei na casa da Fá e da Tali até hoje de manhã), deveria estar cuidando de assuntos mais importantes, mas estou aqui, curtindo uma preguiça. Mais tarde vou pra UFSC, tomar café com o Sandro, ver a qualificação da Ana e (tentar) escrever meu projeto - não nessa ordem, mas nessa ordem. Mesmo com um monte de coisas confusas à minha volta, e o mundo desabando o saldo da semana foi positivo; aliás, mais que isso, foi ótimo. Porque tudo é melhor with a little help from my friends.
(John Lennon e Paul McCartney)
lançada em 1967 no álbum Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
versão 1: Paul e Ringo ao vivo
versão 2: Joe Cocker ao vivo
What would you think if I sang out of tune?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I’ll sing you a song,
And I’ll try not to sing out of key.
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mm, Gonna try with a little help from my friends.
What do I do when my love is away?
(does it worry you to be alone?)
How do I feel by the end of the day?
(are you sad because you’re on your own?)
No, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mm, Gonna try with a little help from my friends
Do you need anybody?
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.
Would you believe in a love at first sight?
Yes I’m certain that it happens all the time.
What do you see when you turn out the light?
I can’t tell you, but I know it’s mine.
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mm, Gonna try with a little help from my friends.
Do you need anybody?
I just need someone to love,
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends.
Oh, I get high with a little help from my friends,
Yes, I get by with a little help from my friends,
With a little help from my friends.
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sábado, 22 de maio de 2010
Quadrilha
e quando tudo parece já bastante confuso, vem o destino (ou a vida, ou deus, ou o diabo - que o carregue) e mostra que é possível complicar ainda mais.
inútil correr, impossível ficar. dançando em folhas secas eu vou, ao compasso de um samba bem pra frente, porque parado, nem os ponteiros do velho relógio.
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segunda-feira, 17 de maio de 2010
Music Monday VI
Hoje vou com uma do meu ano, 1985. No topo das paradas Billboard Hot 100 por duas semanas, graças ao filme "De volta para o futuro".
The Power of Love
(Huey Lewis and the News)
lançada em 1985, como single.
The power of love is a curious thing
make a one man weep, make another man sing
Change a hawk to a little white dove
more than a feeling, that's the power of love
Tougher than diamonds, rich like cream
Stronger and harder than a bad girl's dream
make a bad one good make a wrong one right
power of love that keeps you home at night
You don't need money, don't take fame
Don't need no credit card to ride this train
It's strong and it's sudden and it's cruel sometimes
but it might just save your life
That's the power of love
That's the power of love
First time you feel it, it might make you sad
Next time you feel it it might make you mad
But you'll be glad baby when you've found
that's the power makes the world go'round
And it don't take money, don't take fame
don't need no credit card to ride this train
It's strong and it's sudden it can be cruel sometimes
but it might just save your life
They say that all in love is fair
yeah, but you don't care
But you know what to do
when it gets hold of you
and with a little help from above
you feel the power of love
you feel the power of love
Can you feel it ?
Hmmm
It don't take money and it don't take fame
don't need no credit card to ride this train
Tougher than diamonds and stronger than steel
you won't feel nothin' till you feel
you feel the power, just FEEL the power of love
That's the power, that's the power of love
You feel the power of love
you feel the power of love
feel the power of love
make a one man weep, make another man sing
Change a hawk to a little white dove
more than a feeling, that's the power of love
Tougher than diamonds, rich like cream
Stronger and harder than a bad girl's dream
make a bad one good make a wrong one right
power of love that keeps you home at night
You don't need money, don't take fame
Don't need no credit card to ride this train
It's strong and it's sudden and it's cruel sometimes
but it might just save your life
That's the power of love
That's the power of love
First time you feel it, it might make you sad
Next time you feel it it might make you mad
But you'll be glad baby when you've found
that's the power makes the world go'round
And it don't take money, don't take fame
don't need no credit card to ride this train
It's strong and it's sudden it can be cruel sometimes
but it might just save your life
They say that all in love is fair
yeah, but you don't care
But you know what to do
when it gets hold of you
and with a little help from above
you feel the power of love
you feel the power of love
Can you feel it ?
Hmmm
It don't take money and it don't take fame
don't need no credit card to ride this train
Tougher than diamonds and stronger than steel
you won't feel nothin' till you feel
you feel the power, just FEEL the power of love
That's the power, that's the power of love
You feel the power of love
you feel the power of love
feel the power of love
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sábado, 15 de maio de 2010
Gonna grow wings
uma vez minha irmã escreveu uma música com a banda dela, que dizia mais ou menos assim:
i've got scars that i wish you could see
like i see yours
i've got dreams that i wish you could dream
like i dream yours
So if you want me and you know
what you need to stay
Neither your silence or screaming
touch me anyway
it doesnt make me change my mind
there are two little things that bug me at most
im gonna grow wings and be like a bird.
dont ask me why this happen
dont ask me how i feel
cause i dont know.
ouvi hoje e fiquei feliz.
:)
i've got scars that i wish you could see
like i see yours
i've got dreams that i wish you could dream
like i dream yours
So if you want me and you know
what you need to stay
Neither your silence or screaming
touch me anyway
it doesnt make me change my mind
there are two little things that bug me at most
im gonna grow wings and be like a bird.
dont ask me why this happen
dont ask me how i feel
cause i dont know.
ouvi hoje e fiquei feliz.
:)
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terça-feira, 11 de maio de 2010
Music Monday V - on Tuesday
Porque eu esqueci de postar ontem, e hoje é terça-feira, vamos com essa dos Stones, que foi a 24a música mais tocada no ano de 1967, na lista Billboard.
Ruby Tuesday
(Rolling Stones)gravada em 1966, lançada em single em janeiro de 1967
She would never say where she came from
Yesterday don't matter if it's gone
While the sun is bright
Or in the darkest night
No one knows
She comes and goes
Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you...
Don't question why she needs to be so free
She'll tell you it's the only way to be
She just can't be chained
To a life where nothing's gained
And nothing's lost
At such a cost
Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you...
There's no time to lose, I heard her say
Catch your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams
And you will lose your mind.
Ain't life unkind?
Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you...
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sexta-feira, 7 de maio de 2010
Literatura Erótica
Navegando na internet, fui parar novamente num dos meus blogs favoritos, o Doidivana, e achei esse link para um vídeo do Entrelinhas, da Cultura, sobre literatura erótica.
Gostei do programa, exceto pela participação nhénhénhém da Márcia Tiburi (que não fala, só reclama e grunhe) e do chatinho do Evandro Affonso Ferreira. Comentários dispensáveis, os deles.
Mas bem, assistam e tirem suas próprias conclusões.
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terça-feira, 4 de maio de 2010
Music Monday IV
Como falei no post anterior, "I'm picking up good vibrations", então hoje nós vamos com ela:
Good Vibrations
(The Beach Boys)
lançada como single em outubro de 1966
I... I love the colorful clothes she wears
And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair
I hear the sound of a gentle word
On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air
I'm pickin' up good vibrations
She's giving me excitations
I'm pickin' up good vibrations
(oom bop bop good vibrations)
She's giving me excitations
(oom bop bop excitations)
Good,good,good,good vibrations
(oom bop bop)
She's giving me excitations
(oom bop bop excitations)
Good good good good vibrations
(oom bop bop)
She's giving me excitations
(oom bop bop excitations)
Close my eyes
She's somehow closer now
Softly smile, I know she must be kind
When I look in her eyes
She goes with me to a blossom world
(aah my,my what elation)
I don't know where but she sends me there
(ah my,my what a sensation)
(ah my,my what elations)
(ah my,my what)
Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations
A happenin' with her
Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations
A happenin' with her
Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations
A happenin'
Aaaah
Good,good,good,good vibrations
(oom bop bop)
(Im pickin up good vibrations)
She's giving me excitations
(oom bop bop)
(excitations)
Good,good,good,good vibrations
(oom bop bop)
She's na na...
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Good vibrations
mas num virei tradutora, tá? meu inglês é bom o suficiente pra mim, e só pra mim.
tem outras coisas acontecendo, bem boas, mas se falar estraga!
bisous à tout le monde!
ps. essa foto é minha, de 2005, e se chama "Chão de estrelas".
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segunda-feira, 3 de maio de 2010
um poema de amor ao mundo
Eu queria escrever e acabar com a maldade do mundo;
Acabar com a fome, as doenças, a injustiça, as mazelas...
E queria escrever e acabar com a dor do mundo;
Eu queria escrever e que minhas palavras dissipassem
uma a uma, todas as sombras que pairam nos rostos
das moças abandonadas,
das mães órfãs,
dos filhos sós,
dos pais desenganados.
Eu queria escrever e trazer de volta um amor que partiu;
Acalentar corações com o som de um novo amor.
E queria escrever e que meu poema fosse bom
E, sendo bom, te trouxesse para mim.
Acabar com a fome, as doenças, a injustiça, as mazelas...
E queria escrever e acabar com a dor do mundo;
Eu queria escrever e que minhas palavras dissipassem
uma a uma, todas as sombras que pairam nos rostos
das moças abandonadas,
das mães órfãs,
dos filhos sós,
dos pais desenganados.
Eu queria escrever e trazer de volta um amor que partiu;
Acalentar corações com o som de um novo amor.
E queria escrever e que meu poema fosse bom
E, sendo bom, te trouxesse para mim.
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