quinta-feira, 9 de fevereiro de 2017
Told you that life is short but love is old
It's the end, friend of mine
It's the end, friend of mine
It's the end, friend of mine
Time is over where we could simply say I love you
Now you opened the door
Leave me crying
Trying to embrace you again
Trying to face this damn situation man
I can't
It's the end, friend of mine
It's the end, sweet friend of mine
Now you opened the door
Leave me crying
Trying to embrace you again
Trying to face this damn situation man
I can't
It's the end, friend of mine
It's the end, sweet friend of mine
Dear friend, I cannot tell the reasons why we started well
Good time, give me some wine when you open the door
You seem hurt, don't try to speak a word to me
What on earth could really go wrong with you and me?
Yet its the end, friend of mine
It's the end, sweet friend of mine
Good time, give me some wine when you open the door
You seem hurt, don't try to speak a word to me
What on earth could really go wrong with you and me?
Yet its the end, friend of mine
It's the end, sweet friend of mine
Time seems to be over where we could simply say I love you
Now you opened the door
I feel cold
Why can't I hold you in my arms
Told you that life is short but love is old
It's the end, friend of mine
It's the end, sweet friend
Now you opened the door
I feel cold
Why can't I hold you in my arms
Told you that life is short but love is old
It's the end, friend of mine
It's the end, sweet friend
Etiquetas:
70s,
acoustic,
female vocalists,
folk,
german,
letras de canções,
música,
Sibylle Baier,
singer-songwriter,
vídeos
MAIAKOVSKI
Aos trinta e seis anos
um tiro no coração.
Assim
crucificaste
este século.
Emigrante
doutro tempo,
acertaste
onde era preciso
tocar,
pôr as mãos,
encontrar o futuro,
Maiakovski.
António Osório. Por Eduardo Lourenço. Colecção Poetas. Editorial Presença., p. 61
«Cinzas
sem morte dentro,
mortas por fora.»
António Osório. Por Eduardo Lourenço. Colecção Poetas. Editorial Presença., p. 59
Etiquetas:
antónio osório,
excerto,
poesia
«ao calor da boca dos cães.»
António Osório. Por Eduardo Lourenço. Colecção Poetas. Editorial Presença., p. 57
«Alguém como eu acaso te beijou?»
António Osório. Por Eduardo Lourenço. Colecção Poetas. Editorial Presença., p. 56
quarta-feira, 8 de fevereiro de 2017
POESIA
''o patinho feio entre os géneros literários''
Etiquetas:
adélia prado,
crítica literária,
imagens
segunda-feira, 6 de fevereiro de 2017
«Era o que Eu Sou e me esquecera de ter sido.»
Hermógenes. Mergulho na paz. Nova Era. 28 ª edição., p. 115
desilusionismo
«Se eu pudesse, fundaria uma nova religião. Chamá-la-ia desilusionismo.»
Hermógenes. Mergulho na paz. Nova Era. 28 ª edição., p. 109
«Só as desilusões desbloqueiam a estrada.»
Hermógenes. Mergulho na paz. Nova Era. 28 ª edição., p. 102
« Ninguém chega à Verdade se está iludido. É bom aprender a amar a desilusão. Se te traírem, agradece. A traição te deu maior liberdade e proximidade da Meta.
Se teus ''mestres'', teus dogmas, tuas confortadoras convicções ruíram diante da evidência, não te lamentes.
Agradece aos céus que estão te ajudando a afastar o entulho que atravanca o caminho.»
Hermógenes. Mergulho na paz. Nova Era. 28 ª edição., p. 87
domingo, 5 de fevereiro de 2017
“Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince
― Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince
“I know how much you grieve over those who are under your care: those you try to help and fail, those you cannot help. Have faith in God and remember that He will is His own way and in His own time complete what we so poorly attempt. Often we do not achieve for others the good that we intend but achieve something, something that goes on from our effort. Good is an overflow. Where we generously and sincerely intend it, we are engaged in a work of creation which may be mysterious even to ourselves - and because it is mysterious we may be afraid of it. But this should not make us draw back. God can always show us, if we will, a higher and a better way; and we can only learn to love by loving. Remember that all our failures are ultimately failures in love. Imperfect love must not be condemned and rejected but made perfect. The way is always forward, never back.”
Iris Murdoch, The Bell
Iris Murdoch, The Bell
“Education doesn’t make you happy. Nor does freedom. We don’t become happy just because we’re free – if we are. Or because we’ve been educated – if we have. But because education may be the means by which we realize we are happy. It opens our eyes, our ears, tells us where delights are lurking, convinces us that there is only one freedom of any importance whatsoever, that of the mind, and gives us the assurance – the confidence – to walk the path our mind, our educated mind, offers.”
Iris Murdoch
Iris Murdoch
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