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sexta-feira, dezembro 20, 2002

 
E, entra no ar:

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Música da Semana



Put the Blame on Mame
Rita Hayworth

When they had the earthquake
In San Francisco, back in 1906
They said that old mother nature
Was up to her old tricks
That's the story that went around
But here's the real lowdown

Put the blame on mame boys
Put the blame on mame
One night she started to
Shim and shake
That brought on the `Frisco quake
So you can.
Put the blame on mame boys
Put the blame on mame

They once had a shootin
Up in the Klondike
When they got Dan McGrew
Folks were puttin' the blame on
the lady known as Lou
That's the story that went around
But here's the real lowdown

Put the blame on mame boys
Put the blame on mame
Mame did a dance called the Hichy-koo
That's the thing that slew McGrew
Put the blame on mame boys
Put the blame on mame



~Sword Sidhe~ 15:45
 
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Othello's: Desdemona - The daughter of the Venetian senator Brabanzio. Desdemona and Othello are secretly married before the play begins. While in many ways stereotypically pure and meek, Desdemona is also determined and self-possessed. She is equally capable of defending her marriage, jesting bawdily with Iago, and responding with dignity to Othello's incomprehensible jealousy. She is strangled by Othello when he is under the impression that she was unfaithful.


Ok, depois disso, uma pequena pausa para restaurar algumas construções no *_Vale_*...

Voltaremos em breve!


~Sword Sidhe~ 14:06

terça-feira, dezembro 17, 2002

 


Dream
The Everly Brothers

Dream, dream dream dream, dream, dream dream dream

When I want you in my arms, when I want you and all your charms
Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is

Dream, dream dream dream

When I feel blue in the night, and I need you to hold me tight
Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is dream

I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine, any time, night or day
Only trouble is, gee wiz, I'm dreamin' my life away

I need you so that I could die, I love you so, and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is

Dream, dream dream dream, dream

I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine, any time, night or day
Only trouble is, gee wiz, I'm dreamin' my life away

I need you so that I could die, I love you so, and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is

Dream, dream dream dream


Just let me fly with my imagination - parte II

Apesar dos pesares, sonhar ainda é uma capacidade que não nos foi tirada.

Às vezes, tenho medo de sonhar. Acho que todos temos. Os sonhos podem nos levar a lugares que são inatingíveis para o mundo real.

Mas, se pensarmos bem, se conseguimos sonhar com estes lugares, é porque, de alguma forma, eles existem. E se eles existem, podemos sim, alcançá-los.

Alcançá-los ou não, dependerá apenas do quanto desejamos estar lá.

Às vezes, também, os lugares que aparecem em nossos sonhos já existem na vida real, mas não são tão coloridos, ou tão enfeitados quanto no mundo imaginário. Basta apenas que percebamos que as cores e os enfeites, somos nós que temos que colocar.

A felicidade é bem mais simples do que aparenta ser.


~Sword Sidhe~ 13:08

domingo, dezembro 15, 2002

 

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~Sword Sidhe~ 18:50

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