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Walk On

U2

And love is not the easy thing

the only baggage that you can bring... (ohhh)

Love is not (ohhh) the easy thing

The only baggage you can bring

is all that you can't leave behind

And if the darkness

is to keep us apart,

and if the daylight

feels like it's a long way off,

and if your glass heart should crack,

and for a second you turn back

Oh no, be strong!

Oh! Oh! Walk on! Walk On!

What you got, they can't steal it.

No, they can't even feel it.

Walk On! Walk On!

Stay safe tonight.

You're packing a suitcase for a place

None of us has been

A place that has to be believed

To be seen

You could have flown away

A singing bird

In an open cage

Who will only fly

Only fly for freedom

Walk on

Walk on

What you gotYou can't deny it

Can't sell it or buy it

Walk on

Walk on

You stay safe tonight.

And I know it aches

And your heart it breaks

And you can only take so much

Walk.................. On..................!

Walk....... On...!

Walk...... on, ...walk... on

Home... hard to know what it is if you've never had one

Home... I can't say where it is but I know I'm going home...

That's where the hurt is

And I know it aches

And your heart it breaks

And you can only take so much

Hooooo...........

Walk on

ooooooohhh

Leave it behind

You've got to leave it behind

All that you fashion

All that you make

All that you build

All that you break

All that you measure

All that you steal

All this you can leave behind

All that you reason

All that you sense

All that you speak

All you dress up

All that you scheme...

all you dress-up, and all that you see,

all you create, all that you wreck, all that you hate...

Your Song
(Versão Moulin Rouge)

Composição: Elton John

My gift is my song... and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody that this is your song
It maybe quite simple, but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words...
How wonderful life is now you're in the world

I sat on the roof and I kicked off the moss
Well some of these verses, well they've, they've got me quitecross
But the sun's been kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

And you can tell everbody that this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
And you can tell everybody that this your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is, now you're in the world
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is, now you're in the world

"The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to eart."

(kate Chopin - The Awakenig - Chapter XXVII)

Um maravilhoso livro, de uma autora extraordinária, sobre uma mulher capaz de questionar e mudar seu papel ante a sociedade.

#1263

There is no Frigate like a Book

To take us Lands away

Nor any Coursers like a page

of prancing Poetry

This Traverse may poorest take

Without oppress if Toll -

How frugal is the Cariot

That bears the Human soul.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

Não há Fragata melhor que um Livro
Para nos levar a Terras distantes
Nem Corcel como um Verso
de galopante Poesia –

Esta Travessia pode o mais pobre fazer
Sem opressão de Pedágio –
Quão frugal é a Carruagem
Que carrega a alma Humana.

(trad. Celene Leão)

Peço perdão à EmilyDickinson por esta tradução, mas como estudante de Literatura, não há como deixar este poema passar sem notoriedade.

"Ha quem diga que todas as noites sao de sonhos. Mas ha tambem quem garanta que nem todas, so as de verao.Mas no fundo, isso nao tem muita importancia, o que interessa nao sao as noites em si, sao os sonhos. Sonhos que o homem sonha sempre, em todos os lugares, em todas as epocas do ano, dormindo ou acordado." (W. Shakespeare)