sábado, 16 de junho de 2007
Dream Theater em Portugal
Transforma-se o amador na cousa amada
Transforma-se o amador na cousa amada,
Por virtude do muito imaginar;
Não tenho logo mais que desejar,
Pois em mim tenho a parte desejada.
Se nela está minha alma transformada,
Que mais deseja o corpo de alcançar?
Em si sómente pode descansar,
Pois consigo tal alma está liada.
Mas esta linda e pura semideia,
Que, como o acidente em seu sujeito,
Assim co'a alma minha se conforma,
Está no pensamento como ideia;
[E] o vivo e puro amor de que sou feito,
Como matéria simples busca a forma.
Luís de Camões
Por virtude do muito imaginar;
Não tenho logo mais que desejar,
Pois em mim tenho a parte desejada.
Se nela está minha alma transformada,
Que mais deseja o corpo de alcançar?
Em si sómente pode descansar,
Pois consigo tal alma está liada.
Mas esta linda e pura semideia,
Que, como o acidente em seu sujeito,
Assim co'a alma minha se conforma,
Está no pensamento como ideia;
[E] o vivo e puro amor de que sou feito,
Como matéria simples busca a forma.
Luís de Camões
sexta-feira, 15 de junho de 2007
segunda-feira, 11 de junho de 2007
Heaven beside you
Be what you wanna be
See what you came to see
Been what you wanna be
I don't like what I see
Like the coldest winter chill
Heaven beside you... Hell within
Like the coldest winter chill
Heaven beside you... Hell within
Like the coldest winter will
Heaven beside you... Hell within
And you think you have it still, heaven inside you
...So there's problems in your life
That's fucked up, but You're not blind
You're just see through faded, overrated
And out of your mind...
Do what you wanna do
Go out and seek your truth
When I'm down and blue
Rather be me than you
Like the coldest winter chill
Heaven beside you... Hell within
Like the coldest winter chill
Heaven beside you... Hell within
Like the coldest winter will
Heaven beside you... Hell within
And you wish you had it still, heaven inside you ...
by Jerry Cantrell
See what you came to see
Been what you wanna be
I don't like what I see
Like the coldest winter chill
Heaven beside you... Hell within
Like the coldest winter chill
Heaven beside you... Hell within
Like the coldest winter will
Heaven beside you... Hell within
And you think you have it still, heaven inside you
...So there's problems in your life
That's fucked up, but You're not blind
You're just see through faded, overrated
And out of your mind...
Do what you wanna do
Go out and seek your truth
When I'm down and blue
Rather be me than you
Like the coldest winter chill
Heaven beside you... Hell within
Like the coldest winter chill
Heaven beside you... Hell within
Like the coldest winter will
Heaven beside you... Hell within
And you wish you had it still, heaven inside you ...
by Jerry Cantrell
domingo, 10 de junho de 2007
Dazed 'n Confused
" Been dazed and confused for so long, it's not true " ...
Led Zeppelin, Live at Albert Hall
Addressed (e)Me
There is a box
That I keep in my closet
Full of letters unsent
Letters unsent
Addressed to me
This Small box
Hidden in my closet
Buried under old clothes
I keep it secret
Just like I keep you
Buried in my heart
Safe
Inside this box
A stack of envelopes
All of them piled together
All of them addressed to me
I write you letters, you know
Every now and then
And put them in this box
Because I know I cannot send them
But I need to remember, then
I write these letters
To let you know how I feel
To tell you that I care
To remind you that I think
I write these letters
To remind you what you are.
I put these letters in a box
This small box
Hidden in my closet
Buried underneath old clothes
I keep it secret
Just like you
Buried in my heart
Safe
That I keep in my closet
Full of letters unsent
Letters unsent
Addressed to me
This Small box
Hidden in my closet
Buried under old clothes
I keep it secret
Just like I keep you
Buried in my heart
Safe
Inside this box
A stack of envelopes
All of them piled together
All of them addressed to me
I write you letters, you know
Every now and then
And put them in this box
Because I know I cannot send them
But I need to remember, then
I write these letters
To let you know how I feel
To tell you that I care
To remind you that I think
I write these letters
To remind you what you are.
I put these letters in a box
This small box
Hidden in my closet
Buried underneath old clothes
I keep it secret
Just like you
Buried in my heart
Safe
Everlasting
... On the ways of your desire
You always find a way ...
... And thru it all
Into us all you move ...
... Forgotten touch
Forbidden thought
We can never have enough ...
sexta-feira, 1 de junho de 2007
domingo, 27 de maio de 2007
O Silêncio
Waiting for the day
...
Waiting for the day
When I'd take your hand
And sing you songs
Then maybe you would say
Come lay with me, love me...
And I would surely stay...
sábado, 26 de maio de 2007
quarta-feira, 23 de maio de 2007
Zakk Wylde
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFtH8KuYHWY
Olha como também sabia ser um menino bonito... ;
Ozzy Osbourne - Suicide Solution, Iron Man/Crazy Train 1989
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kmf61nfes7E
Este Ozzy tem imensa piada, isto há 20 anos atrás já se mexia daquela forma empenada... mas cheio de "energia", sem dúvida!!
Zakk Wylde quando ainda só era um 'monstrinho' na guitarra (e não ele próprio... pelo contrário); os baldes de água... os olhões arregalados do Big Boss... muito cabelo comprido...
As músicas
...e uma grande festa!Quero Aprender
"O essencial, com efeito, na educação, não é a doutrina ensinada, é o despertar"
Renan, Ernest
terça-feira, 22 de maio de 2007
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