domingo, 23 de fevereiro de 2014
sexta-feira, 21 de fevereiro de 2014
MÚSICA PARA UMA BONECA
Morcheeba - Moog Island - Who Can You Trust? (1996)
Sometimes I get up feeling good but greed gets me down,
I try to think about the highs, the freedom we've found,
When the business in your life don't sit with your soul,
And they treat you like a child they need to control.
The music that we make will heal all our mistakes and lead us,
The music that we hear is always standing near to feed us.
We're all gonna rise above all things that we lack,
Good vibrations that we make will come bouncing back.
The music that we make will heal all our mistakes and lead us,
The music that we hear is always standing near to feed us.
The music that we make will heal all our mistakes and lead us,
The music that we hear is always standing near to feed us.
The music that we make will heal all our mistakes and lead us,
The music that we hear is always standing near to feed us.
Sometimes I get up feeling good but greed gets me down,
I try to think about the highs, the freedom we've found,
When the business in your life don't sit with your soul,
And they treat you like a child they need to control.
The music that we make will heal all our mistakes and lead us,
The music that we hear is always standing near to feed us.
We're all gonna rise above all things that we lack,
Good vibrations that we make will come bouncing back.
The music that we make will heal all our mistakes and lead us,
The music that we hear is always standing near to feed us.
The music that we make will heal all our mistakes and lead us,
The music that we hear is always standing near to feed us.
The music that we make will heal all our mistakes and lead us,
The music that we hear is always standing near to feed us.
sexta-feira, 7 de fevereiro de 2014
sábado, 14 de dezembro de 2013
quinta-feira, 5 de dezembro de 2013
POEMA DE CARMEN PERALTA
NON PODRIA RESISTIR
DOS LUNAS.
Miro maravillada mi luna.
Entra, intrusa cada noche.
Atraviesa su bella luz, mi ventana.
La hago cómplice de mis sueños.
Me habla cada noche de ti.
Escucho, atenta sus mensajes.
Que se, le dictas, en cada latido de tú corazón.
Y nos une, tú luna y mi luna.
Reflejamos a la distancia, la blanca luz.
Que delata el amor, tan grande que me tienes.
Siento un beso tierno, en mi boca.
Que me envías cada noche.
Yo envió de vuelta un te amo.
Que tú, luna te dirá dulcemente, despacio
Al oído.
Amor, estamos unidos, por dos lunas.
Que se reflejan, en este océano.
Que hoy nos separa.
Pero sabemos, pronto será una sola luna.
Que contemplaremos, en nuestra ventana.
Eternamente cada noche.
Carmen Peralta.
DOS LUNAS.
Miro maravillada mi luna.
Entra, intrusa cada noche.
Atraviesa su bella luz, mi ventana.
La hago cómplice de mis sueños.
Me habla cada noche de ti.
Escucho, atenta sus mensajes.
Que se, le dictas, en cada latido de tú corazón.
Y nos une, tú luna y mi luna.
Reflejamos a la distancia, la blanca luz.
Que delata el amor, tan grande que me tienes.
Siento un beso tierno, en mi boca.
Que me envías cada noche.
Yo envió de vuelta un te amo.
Que tú, luna te dirá dulcemente, despacio
Al oído.
Amor, estamos unidos, por dos lunas.
Que se reflejan, en este océano.
Que hoy nos separa.
Pero sabemos, pronto será una sola luna.
Que contemplaremos, en nuestra ventana.
Eternamente cada noche.
Carmen Peralta.
terça-feira, 3 de dezembro de 2013
ARTE PARA UMA BONECA
Kees van Dongen, La violoniste, 1920
A INQUIETAÇÃO DE UM VIOLINO PAIRA JUNTO DOS MEUS OLHOS INUNDADOS DE LÁGRIMAS...
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