terça-feira, 31 de julho de 2012
quarta-feira, 11 de julho de 2012
segunda-feira, 9 de julho de 2012
E mais um dia nove começa e mais um dia nove tende a passar sem eu poder me expressar... Um dia nove quem sabe...
Somewhere I Belong
When this began
I had nothing to say
And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me
I was confused
And I let it all out to find
That I'm not the only person with these things in mind
I had nothing to say
And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me
I was confused
And I let it all out to find
That I'm not the only person with these things in mind
Inside of me
But all the vacancy the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I've got left to feel
Nothing to lose
Just stuck, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own
But all the vacancy the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I've got left to feel
Nothing to lose
Just stuck, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own
I wanna heal, I wanna feel
What I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I've held so long
Erase all the pain till it's gone
What I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I've held so long
Erase all the pain till it's gone
I wanna heal, I wanna feel
Like I'm close to something real
I wanna find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
Like I'm close to something real
I wanna find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
And I've got nothing to say
I can't believe I didn't fall right down on my face
I was confused
Looking everywhere only to find
That it's not the way I had imagined it all in my mind
I can't believe I didn't fall right down on my face
I was confused
Looking everywhere only to find
That it's not the way I had imagined it all in my mind
So what am I?
What do I have but negativity?
'Cause I can't justify the way, everyone is looking at me
Nothing to lose
Nothing to gain, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own
What do I have but negativity?
'Cause I can't justify the way, everyone is looking at me
Nothing to lose
Nothing to gain, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own
I wanna heal, I wanna feel
What I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I've held so long
Erase all the pain till it's gone
What I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I've held so long
Erase all the pain till it's gone
I wanna heal, I wanna feel
Like I'm close to something real
I wanna find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
Like I'm close to something real
I wanna find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
I will never know myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel anything else
Until my wounds are healed
I will never be anything 'till I break away from me
I will break away, I'll find myself today
And I will never feel anything else
Until my wounds are healed
I will never be anything 'till I break away from me
I will break away, I'll find myself today
I wanna heal, I wanna feel
What I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I've held so long
Erase all the pain till it's gone
What I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I've held so long
Erase all the pain till it's gone
I wanna heal, I wanna feel
Like I'm close to something real
I wanna find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
Like I'm close to something real
I wanna find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
I wanna heal, I wanna feel
Like I'm somewhere I belong
I wanna heal, I wanna feel
Like I'm somewhere I belong
Somewhere I belong
Like I'm somewhere I belong
I wanna heal, I wanna feel
Like I'm somewhere I belong
Somewhere I belong
quarta-feira, 4 de julho de 2012
A vida é sonho
Nela ele diz: "O que é a vida? Fúria! O que é a vida? Espuma oca! Um poema, uma sombra quase! E a sorte não pode dar senão pouco: pois a vida é sonho e os sonhos, sonho...". (Calderón de la Barca)
SOLILOQUIO DE SEGISMUNDO
Sueña el rey que es rey, y vive
con este engaño mandando,
disponiendo y gobernando;
y este aplauso, que recibe
prestado, en el viento escribe,
y en cenizas le convierte
la muerte, ¡desdicha fuerte!
¿Que hay quien intente reinar,
viendo que ha de despertar
en el sueño de la muerte?
con este engaño mandando,
disponiendo y gobernando;
y este aplauso, que recibe
prestado, en el viento escribe,
y en cenizas le convierte
la muerte, ¡desdicha fuerte!
¿Que hay quien intente reinar,
viendo que ha de despertar
en el sueño de la muerte?
Sueña el rico en su riqueza,
que más cuidados le ofrece;
sueña el pobre que padece
su miseria y su pobreza;
sueña el que a medrar empieza,
sueña el que afana y pretende,
sueña el que agravia y ofende,
y en el mundo, en conclusión,
todos sueñan lo que son,
aunque ninguno lo entiende.
que más cuidados le ofrece;
sueña el pobre que padece
su miseria y su pobreza;
sueña el que a medrar empieza,
sueña el que afana y pretende,
sueña el que agravia y ofende,
y en el mundo, en conclusión,
todos sueñan lo que son,
aunque ninguno lo entiende.
Yo sueño que estoy aquí
destas prisiones cargado,
y soñé que en otro estado
más lisonjero me vi.
¿Qué es la vida? Un frenesí.
¿Qué es la vida? Una ilusión,
una sombra, una ficción,
y el mayor bien es pequeño:
que toda la vida es sueño,
y los sueños, sueños son.
destas prisiones cargado,
y soñé que en otro estado
más lisonjero me vi.
¿Qué es la vida? Un frenesí.
¿Qué es la vida? Una ilusión,
una sombra, una ficción,
y el mayor bien es pequeño:
que toda la vida es sueño,
y los sueños, sueños son.
(Calderón de la Barca)
A vida é sonho, onde se mata, morre, vive, imagina, marionetes do palco, peças teatrais que encenam o cotidiano e o traceja em pintura rupestre dos acontecimentos humanos. De onde vêm os sonhos? Seria impossível afirmar, mas fazem parte do script que rondeia os pensamentos, conscientes e inconscientes, dos homens, que os trazem lembranças e a pura sensação do passado interpretada na realidade onírica dos prazeres antrópicos, "é um palco, e homens e mulheres, não mais que meros atores. Entram e saem de cena e durante a sua vida não fazem mais do que desempenhar alguns papéis." E de meros atores se tornam grandes sonhadores do presente incerto.
terça-feira, 3 de julho de 2012
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