O terceiro lado da moeda

Aquele que ninguém presta atenção...
É preciso virá-la.
É preciso força de vontade e visão.

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2 Response to "O terceiro lado da moeda"

  1. Uma terceira qualquer says:
    2 de setembro de 2007 às 08:08

    "(...) Que sei eu do que serei, eu que não sei o que sou?
    Ser o que penso? Mas penso tanta coisa!
    E há tantos que pensam ser a mesma coisa que não pode haver tantos! (...)"

    Tabacaria - Álvaro de Campos

  2. Uma terceira qualquer says:
    2 de setembro de 2007 às 08:09

    The Future
    Leonard Cohen
    Composição: Indisponível

    Give me back my broken night
    my mirrored room, my secret life
    it's lonely here,
    there's no one left to torture
    Give me absolute control
    over every living soul
    And lie beside me, baby,
    that's an order!


    (...)

    Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
    Won't be nothing
    Nothing you can measure anymore
    The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
    has crossed the threshold
    and it has overturned
    the order of the soul
    When they said REPENT REPENT
    I wonder what they meant
    When they said REPENT REPENT
    I wonder what they meant
    When they said REPENT REPENT
    I wonder what they meant.


    You don't know me from the wind
    you never will, you never did
    I'm the little jew
    who wrote the Bible
    I've seen the nations rise and fall
    I've heard their stories, heard them all
    but love's the only engine of survival
    Your servant here, he has been told
    to say it clear, to say it cold:
    It's over, it ain't going
    any further
    And now the wheels of heaven stop
    you feel the devil's riding crop
    Get ready for the future:
    it is murder.


    Things are going to slide ...


    There'll be the breaking of the ancient
    western code
    Your private life will suddenly explode
    There'll be phantoms
    There'll be fires on the road
    and the white man dancing
    You'll see a woman
    hanging upside down
    her features covered by her fallen gown
    and all the lousy little poets
    coming round
    tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
    and the white man dancin'.


    Give me back the Berlin wall
    Give me Stalin and St Paul
    Give me Christ
    or give me Hiroshima
    Destroy another fetus now
    We don't like children anyhow
    I've seen the future, baby:
    it is murder.


    Things are going to slide ...


    When they said REPENT REPENT ...