Monday, August 30, 2004Orkut e tal.
Dia desses entrei num flog onde tinham postado desenho meu.
Fico feliz com isso, sempre. : ) E, num dos comentários, tinha uma menina dizendo que ia criar uma comunidade 'Nós amamos moidsch' ou coisa assim. Não é pra tanto amor, mas já existe uma comunidade Moidsch no Orkut. Clica aí e você já vai direto pra lá. Eu sempre tento mandar para as pesoas as novidades daqui. E - digo aqui em tom de segredo - não é mau negócio entrar como membro. O tempo trará boas surpresas para quem gosta daqui e está lá. Vai por mim. : ) Beijinho. Guenivere
And I'll never admit I loved you Guenivere.
When We Laugh Indoors Death Cab For Cutie {available at their cd The Photo Album} When we laugh indoors the blistful tones bounce off the walls and fall to the ground. Peel the hardwood backs and let them loose from decades trapped and listen so still. This city is my home construction noise all day long and gutter punks bumming change. So I breed thicker skin and let me lustrous coat fill in and I'll never admit I loved you Guenivere. I loved you Guenivere, I loved you I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere -- I loved you. I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere -- I loved you. I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere -- I loved you. I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere -- I loved you. I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere -- I loved you. I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere -- I loved you. I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere -- I loved you. And I've always fall fast with too much trust in the promising that "No ones ever been here, so you can quell those we fears" and I want purity, I must have it here right now. But dont you get me started now -- oh dont you get my started now dont you get me.. dont you get me... December's chill comes late. The days get darker and we wait for the direness to pass. There's piles on the floor of artifacts from dresser drawers that I'll help you pack. I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere -- I loved you. I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere -- I loved you. I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere -- I loved you. I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere -- I loved you. Friday, August 27, 2004Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby(...) Lives in a dream
Eleanor Rigby Lennon & McCartney {Best version available... theirs, of course. At the Revolver album} Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door Who is it for? All the lonely people Where do they all come from ? All the lonely people Where do they all belong ? Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear No one comes near. Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there What does he care? All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name Nobody came Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave No one was saved All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Tuesday, August 24, 2004Dindi
Ah! Dindi,
Se soubesses do bem que eu te quero... 
Dindi. Tom Jobim/Aloysio de Oliveira {I never heard a bad version of this song.} Céu, tão grande é o céu, E bandos de nuvens que passam ligeiras, Prá onde elas vão? Ah! eu não sei, não sei. E o vento que fala nas folhas Contando as histórias Que são de ninguém, Mas que são minhas E de você também... Ah! Dindi, Se soubesses do bem que eu te quero O mundo seria, Dindi, Tudo, Dindi, Lindo Dindi. Ah! Dindi, Se um dia você for embora me leva contigo, Dindi, Fica, Dindi, Olha Dindi. E as águas deste rio aonde vão, eu não sei, A minha vida inteira esperei, esperei Por você, Dindi, Que é a coisa mais linda que existe, Você não existe, Dindi, Olha, Dindi Adivinha, Dindi, Deixa, Dindi, Que eu te adore, Dindi... Dindi. Sunday, August 22, 2004Clarice
Que mistério tem Clarice
Pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração? 
Clarice (Caetano Veloso - Capinam) You can find this song at Caetano's 1967 record 'Caetano Veloso'. There're a lot of better songs at that record, like 'No dia que vim-me embora', 'Tropicália', 'Superbacana', 'Soy loco por tí, América' and 'Alegria, Alegria'. Among huge hits, Clarice sounds underground. No disco 'Caetano Veloso', do próprio, lançado em 1967, que tem músicas bem melhores até que esta, como 'No dia que vim-me embora', 'Tropicália', 'Superbacana', 'Soy loco por tí, América' e 'Alegria, Alegria'. Nessa lista de sucessos, Clarice soa underground. Há muita gente apagada pelo tempo Nos papéis desta lembrança que tão pouco me ficou Igrejas brancas, luas claras na varandas Jardins de sonho e cirandas, foguetes claros no ar Que mistério tem Clarice? Que mistério tem Clarice Pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração? Clarice era morena como as manhãs são morenas Era pequena no jeito de não ser quase ninguém Andou conosco caminhos de frutas e passarinhos Mas jamais quis se despir entre os meninos e os peixes Entre os meninos e os peixes, entre os meninos e os peixes do rio, do rio Que mistério tem Clarice? Que mistério tem Clarice Pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração? Tinha receio do frio, medo de assombração Um corpo que não mostrava feito de adivinhações Os botões sempre fechados, Clarice tinha o recato de convento e procissão Eu pergunto o mistério que mistério tem Clarice Pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração? Soldado fez continência, o coronel reverência O padre fez penitência, três novenas e uma trezena Mas Clarice era a inocência, nunca mostrou-se a ninguém Fez-se modelo das lendas, fez-se modelo das lendas Das lendas que nos contaram as avós Que mistério tem Clarice Que mistério tem Clarice Pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração? Tem que um dia amanhecia e Clarice Assistiu minha partida chorando pediu lembranças E vendo o barco se afastar de Amaralina Desesperadamente linda, soluçando e lentamente E lentamente despiu o corpo moreno E entre todos os presentes Até que seu amor sumisse Permaneceu no adeus chorando e nua Para que a tivesse toda Todo o tempo que existisse Que mistério tem Clarice? Que mistério tem Clarice Pra guardar-se assim tão firme, no coração? Monday, August 16, 2004Bess
Bess, we two is one / Now an' forever.
Bess, You Is My Woman Now Music: George Gershwin Lyrics :Du Bose Heyward / Ira Gershwin { the best version ever by Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong at Porgy and Bess - Verve Records; you can find other great versions, as the unusual tone in Baaba Maal's at Red Hot Rhapsody cd and Marisa Monte's version featuring the vocal group Nouvelle Cuisine at her first cd, Marisa Monte} Porgy: Bess, you is my woman now, you is, you is! An' you mus' laugh an' sing an' dance for two instead of one. Want no wrinkle on yo' brow, Nohow, Because de sorrow of de past is all done done Oh, Bess, my Bess! Bess: Porgy, I's yo' woman now, I is, I is! An' I ain't never goin' nowhere 'less you shares de fun. Dere's no wrinkle on my brow, Nohow, But I ain't goin'! You hear me sayin', If you ain' goin', wid you I'm stayin'! Porgy, I's yo' woman now! I's yours forever - Mornin' time an' evenin' time an' summer time an' winter time. Porgy: Mornin' time an' evenin' time an' summer time an' winter time. Bess, you got yo' man. Bess, you is my woman now and forever.* Dis life is jes' begun, Bess, we two is one Now an' forever. Oh, bess, don't min' dose women. You got yo' Porgy. I knows you means it, I seen it in yo' eyes, Bess. We'll go swingin' Through de years a-singin'. Bess: Mornin' time an' evenin' time an' summer time an' winter time. Porgy: Mornin' time an' evenin' time an' summer time an' winter time. Bess: Oh, my Porgy, my man, Porgy. Porgy: [simultaneously] My bess, my Bess. Bess: From dis minute I'm tellin' you, I keep dis vow: Porgy, I's yo' woman now. Porgy: [simultaneously] From dis minute I'm tellin' you, I keep dis vow: Oh, my Bessie, we's happy now. We is one now. *Sung as Bess repeats her part from 'Porgy, I's yo' woman now...' through 'I's yours forever -' << P.S. : Porgy and Bess is an Opera for Negro players wrote by George Gershwin. He continually refused every attempt for staging the play using white actors on blackface, common habit by the time the opera was written. Although most negros didn't like the play at all, for it used many stereotypes (remember it was written by Du Bose Heyward), Gershwin tried to prize the negro music, and developed an one of a kind opera, combining so many different music styles it reminded the Broadway shows. Gershwin himself said in the New York Times in 1935: Because Porgy and Bess deals with Negro Life in America it brings to the operatic form elements that have never before appeared in the opera and I have adapted my method to utilize the drama, the humor, the superstition, the religious fervor, the dancing and the irrepressible high spirits of the race. If doing this, I have created a new form, which combines opera with theater, this new form has come quite naturally out of the material. Thursday, August 12, 2004Adia
Adia, I thought that we could make it.
Adia Sarah McLachLan { you can find this song at her CDs Surfacing and Mirrorball (live version) } Adia I do believe I failed you Adia I know I let you down don't you know I tried so hard to love you in my way it's easy let it go... Adia I'm empty since you left me trying to find a way to carry on I search myself and everyone to see where we went wrong 'cause there's no one left to finger there's no one here to blame there's no one left to talk to honey and there ain't no one to buy our innocence 'cause we are born innocent believe me Adia, we are still innocent it's easy, we all falter does it matter? Adia I thought we could make it but I know I can't change the way you feel I leave you with your misery a friend who won't betray I pull you from your tower I take away your pain and show you all the beauty you possess if you'd only let yourself believe that we are born innocent believe me Adia, we are still innocent it's easy, we all falter, does it matter? believe me Adia, we are still innocent 'cause we are born innocent Adia we are still it's easy, we all falter ... but does it matter? Monday, August 09, 2004Getting thereMy first 5 images are finally available at GettyImages. You can see them and look at their wonderful stock imagery. Click here. 
Um dia depois do Dia dos Pais, recebo e-mail avisando que finalmente estão no site da Getty as minhas primeiras 5 figurinhas. Depois chegarão mais, bem mais. Veja as figurinhas e o maravilhoso banco de imagens deles. Clique aqui. Saturday, August 07, 2004
From the series "Weird drawings, weird people".
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