John Vachon - African American Boy - USA 1942/1943
21 de setembro de 2011
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12 de agosto de 2011
What difference does it make?
All men have secrets and here is mine
So let it be known
For we have been through hell and high tide
I think I can rely on you ...
And yet you start to recoil
Heavy words are so lightly thrown
But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you
So, what difference does it make ?
So, what difference does it make ?
It makes none
But now you have gone
And you must be looking very old tonight
The devil will find work for idle hands to do
I stole and I lied, and why ?
Because you asked me to !
But now you make me feel so ashamed
Because I've only got two hands
Well, I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh
So, what difference does it make ?
Oh, what difference does it make ?
Oh, it makes none
But now you have gone
And your prejudice won't keep you warm tonight
Oh, the devil will find work for idle hands to do
I stole, and then I lied
Just because you asked me to
But now you know the truth about me
You won't see me anymore
Well, I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh
But no more apologies
No more, no more apologies
Oh, I'm too tired
I'm so sick and tired
And I'm feeling very sick and ill today
But I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh
Oh, my sacred one ...
Oh ...
So let it be known
For we have been through hell and high tide
I think I can rely on you ...
And yet you start to recoil
Heavy words are so lightly thrown
But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you
So, what difference does it make ?
So, what difference does it make ?
It makes none
But now you have gone
And you must be looking very old tonight
The devil will find work for idle hands to do
I stole and I lied, and why ?
Because you asked me to !
But now you make me feel so ashamed
Because I've only got two hands
Well, I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh
So, what difference does it make ?
Oh, what difference does it make ?
Oh, it makes none
But now you have gone
And your prejudice won't keep you warm tonight
Oh, the devil will find work for idle hands to do
I stole, and then I lied
Just because you asked me to
But now you know the truth about me
You won't see me anymore
Well, I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh
But no more apologies
No more, no more apologies
Oh, I'm too tired
I'm so sick and tired
And I'm feeling very sick and ill today
But I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh
Oh, my sacred one ...
Oh ...
The Smiths - 1984 "The Smiths"
24 de julho de 2011
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Vejo na tua pele a maravilha do mundo,
nos teus olhos a alegria de viver,
nos teus lábios rosa profundo,
um lírio infinito de fundo,
no teu beijo um eterno querer,
no vento que te afaga o ser,
Um murmúrio do mundo.
Esses teus cabelos que ondulam ao vento
são bandeiras em perpétuo movimento
Fios que tecem as minhas memórias
Letras que escrevem as minhas histórias.
A eternidade esgota-se na noite dos tempos
e as memórias nada mais sâo do que ressaltos
As letras com que me escreves deixam-me sedento
as ausências são introspecções e sobressaltos.
Lembro me na tua voz de canções imemoriais
A eternidade esgota-se na noite dos tempos
e as memórias nada mais sâo do que ressaltos
As letras com que me escreves deixam-me sedento
as ausências são introspecções e sobressaltos.
Lembro me na tua voz de canções imemoriais
no teu sorriso do sol a incidir sobre o mar
nos teus dedos que me correm surreais
o suave toque de mulher a amar...
Mas a eternidade esgota-se na noite dos tempos
E as memórias nada mais são do que esquecimentos.
16 de julho de 2011
Às vezes é vã a intenção de o dizer
outras vez, cheia de intenção
É constante matemática de proibição
Se é nula a intenção de a satisfazer
A palavra que sã, implica poder
E na realidade, quando cai, qual maçã
Estilhaça a conveniência e conivência
Tabu que se assoma implícito
É humano na sua essência.
Uma só palavra que não posso pronunciar,
Humanamente explícito...
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