23.9.09

 

Summertime
Janis Joplin



 

Mercedes Benz
Janis Joplin


Legendas em português.




 

11/9 Tentando Não Masturbar
9/11 By Trying Not To Masturbate



 

MacBook Wheel


Em inglês, sem legendas.




 

A Paranóia da Gripe A


Em espanhol com legendas em português.



 

The PEN Story



 

Take This Waltz
Leonard Cohen




Now in Vienna there’s ten pretty women

There’s a shoulder where death comes to cry
There’s a lobby with nine hundred windows
There’s a tree where the doves go to die

There’s a piece that was torn from the morning
And it hangs in the gallery of frost
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws

Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
On a chair with a dead magazine
In the cave at the tip of the lily
In some hallways where love's never been
On a bed where the moon has been sweating
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take its broken waist in your hand

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and death
Dragging its tail in the sea

There’s a concert hall in Vienna
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
There’s a bar where the boys have stopped talking
They’ve been sentenced to death by the blues
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz its been dying for years

There’s an attic where children are playing
Where I’ve got to lie down with you soon
In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
In the mist of some sweet afternoon
And I’ll see what you’ve chained to your sorrow
All your sheep and your lilies of snow
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
With its I’ll never forget you, you know!

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ...
And I'll dance with you in Vienna
I’ll be wearing a rivers disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
With the photographs there, and the moss
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And you’ll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools that you lift on your wrist
Oh my love, oh my love

Take this waltz, take this waltz
It's yours now. It’s all that there is.

15.9.09

 

100 Riffs de Guitarra
100 Rock Guitar Riffs



 

Roger Federer



 

Efeitos Visuais
Visual Effects
100 anos
100 years



 

O Homem do Estilingue
The Sling Shot Man



 

Psicoterapia
Psychotherapy
Melanie Safka





Oh mine eyes have seen the glory of the theories of Freud,
He has taught me all the evils that my ego must avoid,
Repression of the impulses results in paranoia,
As the id goes marching on.
Glory, glory, psychotherapy, glory, glory, sexuality,
Glory, glory, now we can be free as the id goes marching on.

There was a man who thought his friends to him were all superior,
And this complex he imagined made life drearier and drearier,
Till his analyst assured him that he really was inferior,
As the id goes marching on.
Glory, glory, psychotherapy, glory, glory, sexuality,
Glory, glory, now we can be free as the id goes marching on.

Do you drown your superego in a flood of alcohol - or something else -
And go running after women till you're just about to fall,
You may think you're having fun but you're not having fun at all,
As the id goes marching on.
Glory, glory, psychotherapy, glory, glory, sexuality,
Glory, glory, now we can be free as the id goes marching on.

Oh sad is the masochism, the vagaries of sex,
Have turned half the population into total nervous wrecks,
But your analyst will cure you, long as you can pay the cheques,
As the id goes marching on.
Glory, glory, psychotherapy, glory, glory, sexuality,
Glory, glory, now we can be free as the id goes marching on.

Is your body plagued by aches and pains that you can't understand,
Compound fractures ingrown toenails, floating kidneys, trembling hands,
There's a secret to your trouble: you're in love with your old man,
As the id goes marching on.
Glory, glory, psychotherapy, glory, glory, sexuality,
Glory, glory, now we can be free as the id goes marching on.

Freud's mystic world of meaning needn't have us mystified,
It's really very simple what the psyche tries to hide:
A thing is a phallic symbol if it's longer than it's wide,
As the id goes marching on.
Glory, glory, psychotherapy, glory glory sexuality,
Glory, glory, now we can be free as the id goes marching on.

 

TV
Mudança de Perspectiva
Perspective Change



 

Lexus
Cartas
Cards




7.9.09

 

Considerações III
Considerations III


O que digo ficará. É anterior a mim.

Meu nome vai para o poço sem fundo do esquecimento.
Outros o dirão, em outras línguas, outras culturas, com outros nomes, até o fim dos tempos:
O que é vero é belo,
e o que é belo é vero.
***
What I say shall remain. It precedes me.
My name will go down the bottomless well of oblivion.
Others will say it, in other languages, other cultures, under other names, till the end of times:
What is true is beautiful,
and what is beautiful is true.

 

Considerações II
Considerations II


Progresso não é velocidade.

Velocidade não é eficiência.

Considerações a respeito das novas tecnologias que vão nos engolir a todos.

***

Progress is not speed.

Speed is not efficiency.

Considerations about the new technologies about to overcome us all.

 

Considerações I
Considerations I


Pode-se chorar, ou palitar os dentes.

Contanto que seja em um banheiro trancado e de luz apagada.
***
One can cry, or pick the teeth.
As long as it is in a locked toilet and with the lights off.

 

If It Be Your Will
Leonard Cohen
Antony


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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1MDlMdu2gjw

If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will

If it be your will
That there is a voice
From the broken hill
I will sing to you

From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing

If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well

And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will

And end this night
If it be your will.

 

Cantares
Antonio Machado
Juan Manuel Serrat





Todo pasa y todo queda,
pero lo nuestro es pasar,
pasar haciendo caminos,
caminos sobre la mar.

Nunca perseguí la gloria,
ni dejar en la memoria
de los hombres mi canción;
yo amo los mundos sutiles,
ingrávidos y gentiles,
como pompas de jabón.

Me gusta verlos pintarse
de sol y grana, volar
bajo el cielo azul, temblar
súbitamente y quebrarse...

Nunca perseguí la gloria.

Caminante, son tus huellas
el camino y nada más;
caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar.

Al andar se hace camino
y al volver la vista atrás
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha de volver a pisar.

Caminante no hay camino
sino estelas en la mar...

Hace algún tiempo en ese lugar
donde hoy los bosques se visten de espinos
se oyó la voz de un poeta gritar
"Caminante no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar..."

Golpe a golpe, verso a verso...

Murió el poeta lejos del hogar.
Le cubre el polvo de un país vecino.
Al alejarse le vieron llorar.
"Caminante no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar..."

Golpe a golpe, verso a verso...

Cuando el jilguero no puede cantar.
Cuando el poeta es un peregrino,
cuando de nada nos sirve rezar.
"Caminante no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar..."

Golpe a golpe, verso a verso
Golpe a golpe, verso a verso
Golpe a golpe, verso a verso

 

Choro Negro
Paulinho da Viola
Emiliano Castro



 

Hino Nacional
Vanusa
Legendado



 

Napoleão III na Batalha de Solferino
Jean-Louis-Ernest Meissonier
1863


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Independência ou Morte
Pedro Américo
1888


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