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Samba Do Approach

venha provar meu brunch
saiba que eu tenho approach
na hora do lunch
eu ando de ferryboat
eu tenho savoir-faire
meu temperamento light
minha casa hi-tec
toda hora rola um insight
ja fui fa do jethro tull
hoje me amarro no Slash
minha vida agora cool
meu passado que foi trash
fica ligada no link
que eu vou confessar my love
depois do dcimo drink
s um bom e velho engov
eu tirei o meu green card
e fui pra Miami Beach
posso nao ser pop star
mas ja sou um noveau riche
eu tenho sex-appeal
saca s meu background
veloz como Damon Hill
tenaz como Fittipaldi
nao dispenso um happy end
quero jogar no dream team
de dia um macho man
e de noite um drag queen

song performed by Zeca Baleiro
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Slash Dot Dash

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Se Tenho Que Te Perder

Vivendo assim
Sem ter porque
Querendo ter prazer no amor
Que esta quase no fim
Cansei de esperar
Cansei de sonhar
Tentando achar a soluao
Mas eu nao fui capaz agora voc
Vai decidir
Se p'ra mentir mais uma vez
E melhor outro adeaus, adeus
Se tenho que te perder
P'ra que me fazer sofrer
Se tenho que te perder
P'ra sempre
Tenho que aprender
A viver sem voce
Se tenho que te perder
P'ra sempre
triste de mais
Ter e nao ter
Ficar seu saber se vai voltar
Ou se vai me esqueer nao quero um favor
Neu compaixao
Eu nau ser viver de ilusao
Eu preciso de amor, amor
Se tenho que te perder
P'ra que me fazer sofrer
Se tenho que te perder
P'ra sempre, p'ra sempre
Tenho que aprender
A viver sem voce
Se tenho que te perder
P'ra sempre meu amor
Se tenho que te perder
P'ra que me fazer sofrer
Se tenho que te perder
Sera p'ra sempre, sera p'ra sempre

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The Faerie Queene, Book III, Canto VI

THE THIRD BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QUEENE
Contayning
THE LEGENDE OF BRITOMARTIS
OR OF CHASTITIECANTO VI
The birth of faire Belphoebe and
Of Amoret is told.
The Gardins of Adonis fraught
With pleasures manifold.

i
Well may I weene, faire Ladies, all this while
Ye wonder, how this noble Damozell
So great perfections did in her compile,
Sith that in salvage forests she did dwell,
So farre from court and royall Citadell,
The great schoolmistresse of all curtesy:
Seemeth that such wild woods should far expell
All civill usage and gentility,
And gentle sprite deforme with rude rusticity.

ii

But to this faire Belphoebe in her berth
The heavens so favourable were and free,
Looking with myld aspect upon the earth,
In th'Horoscope of her nativitee,
That all the gifts of grace and chastitee
On her they poured forth of plenteous horne;
Jove laught on Venus from his soveraigne see,
And Phoebus with faire beames did her adorne,
And all the Graces rockt her cradle being borne.

iii

Her berth was of the wombe of Morning dew,
And her conception of the joyous Prime,
And all her whole creation did her shew
Pure and unspotted from all loathly crime,
That is ingenerate in fleshly slime.
So was this virgin borne, so was she bred,
So was she trayned up from time to time,
In all chast vertue, and true bounti-hed
Till to her dew perfection she was ripened.

iv

Her mother was the faire Chrysogonee,
The daughter of Amphisa, who by race
A Faerie was, yborne of high degree,

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poem by Edmund Spenser
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Toda Tuya

T me das sonrisa
Me sabes provocar
Sla tus caricias
Me pueden excitar
Soy toda tuya
Dime que eres mo
Toda tuya
Dime que eres mo
Quiero imaginarme que tus manos
Corren par mi cuerpo lentamente
Sentir fuego que tanto tiempo
Yo he esperado
Sentirs lo mismo que siento ya
Cuando ests a mi lado
Sabrs que nadie podr igualar
Lo que te he dado
Soy toda tuya
Dime que eres mo
Toda tuya
Dime que eres mo
No puedo esperar
Quiero tenerte, qudate conmigo
Para siempre
Dame el amor
Que tanto yo he esperado
Sentirs a mi lado
Soy toda tuya
Dime que eres mo
Toda tuya
Dime que eres mo
Quiero imaginarme que tus manos
Corren por mi cuerpo lentamente
O de hacer que olvides
A las otras que has amado
Sentir fuego que tanto tiempo
Yo he esperado
Sentirs lo mismo que siento yo
Cuando ests a mi lado
Sabrs que nadie podr igualar
Lo que te he dado
Soy toda tuya
Dime que eres mo
Toda tuya
Dime que eres mo
No as a encontrar amor
Que te quiera como yo
Soy toda tuya
Toda tuya
Toda tuya
(repeat 3 times)

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The Child of Elle

On yonder hill a castle standes,
With walles and towres bedight,
And yonder lives the Child of Elle,
A younge and comely knighte.

The Child of Elle to his garden wente,
And stood at his garden pale,
Whan, lo! he beheld faire Emmelines page
Come trippinge downe the dale.

The Child of Elle he hyed him thence,
Y-wis he stoode not stille,
And soone he mette faire Emmelines page
Come climbing up the hille.

'Nowe Christe thee save, thou little foot-page,
Now Christe thee save and see!
Oh telle me how does thy Ladye gaye,
And what may thy tydinges bee?'

'My Lady shee is all woe-begone,
And the teares they falle from her eyne;
And aye she laments the deadlye feude
Betweene her house and thine.

'And here shee sends thee a silken scarfe,
Bedewde with many a teare,
And biddes thee sometimes thinke on her,
Who loved thee so deare.

'And here shee sends thee a ring of golde,
The last boone thou mayst have,
And biddes thee weare it for her sake,
Whan she is layde in grave.

'For, ah! her gentle heart is broke,
And in grave soone must shee bee,
Sith her father hath chose her a new, new love,
And forbidde her to think of thee.

'Her father hath brought her a carlish knight,
Sir John of the north countraye,
And within three dayes shee must him wedde,
Or he vowes he will her slaye.'

'Nowe hye thee backe, thou little foot-page,
And greet thy ladye from mee,
And telle her that I, her owne true love,
Will dye, or sette her free.

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poem by Anonymous Olde English
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Colin Clouts Come Home Againe

Colin Clouts Come Home Againe
THe shepheards boy (best knowen by that name)
That after Tityrus first sung his lay,
Laies of sweet loue, without rebuke or blame,
Sate (as his custome was) vpon a day,
Charming his oaten pipe vnto his peres,
The shepheard swaines, that did about him play:
Who all the while with greedie listfull eares,
Did stand astonisht at his curious skill,
Like hartlesse deare, dismayed with thunders sound.
At last when as he piped had his fill,
He rested him: and sitting then around,
One of those groomes (a iolly groome was he,
As euer piped on an oaten reed,
And lou'd this shepheard dearest in degree,
Hight Hobbinol) gan thus to him areed.
Colin my liefe, my life, how great a losse
Had all the shepheards nation by thy lacke?
And I poore swaine of many greatest crosse:
That sith thy Muse first since thy turning backe
Was heard to sound as she was wont on hye,
Hast made vs all so blessed and so blythe.
Whilest thou wast hence, all dead in dole did lye:
The woods were heard to waile full many a sythe,
And all their birds with silence to complaine:
The fields with faded flowers did seem to mourne,
And all their flocks from feeding to refraine:
The running waters wept for thy returne,
And all their fish with langour did lament:
But now both woods and fields, and floods reuiue,
Sith thou art come, their cause of meriment,
That vs late dead, hast made againe aliue:
But were it not too painfull to repeat
The passed fortunes, which to thee befell
In thy late voyage, we thee would entreat,
Now at thy leisure them to vs to tell.
To whom the shepheard gently answered thus,
Hobbin thou temptest me to that I couet:
For of good passed newly to discus,
By dubble vsurie doth twise renew it.
And since I saw that Angels blessed eie,
Her worlds bright sun, her heauens fairest light,
My mind full of my thoughts satietie,
Doth feed on sweet contentment of that sight:
Since that same day in nought I take delight,
Ne feeling haue in any earthly pleasure,
But in remembrance of that glorious bright,
My lifes sole blisse, my hearts eternall threasure.
Wake then my pipe, my sleepie Muse awake,
Till I haue told her praises lasting long:

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poem by Edmund Spenser
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Salmacis and Hermaphroditus.

MY wanton lines doe treate of amorous loue,
Such as would bow the hearts of gods aboue:
Then Venus, thou great Citherean Queene,
That hourely tript on the Idalian greene,
Thou laughing Erycina, daygne to see
The verses wholly consecrate to thee;
Temper them so within thy Paphian shrine,
That euery Louers eye may melt a line;
Commaund the god of Loue that little King,
To giue each verse a sleight touch with his wing,
That as I write, one line may draw the tother,
And euery word skip nimbly o're another.
There was a louely boy the Nymphs had kept,
That on the Idane mountains oft had slept,
Begot and borne by powers that dwelt aboue,
By learned Mercury of the Queene of loue:
A face he had that shew'd his parents fame,
And from them both conioynd, he drew his name:
So wondrous fayre he was that (as they say)
Diana being hunting on a day,
Shee saw the boy vpon a greene banke lay him,
And there the virgin-huntresse meant to slay him,
Because no Nymphes did now pursue the chase:
For all were strooke blind with the wanton's face.
But when that beauteous face Diana saw,
Her armes were nummed, & shee could not draw;
Yet she did striue to shoot, but all in vaine,
Shee bent her bow, and loos'd it streight againe.
Then she began to chide her wanton eye,
And fayne would shoot, but durst not see him die,
She turnd and shot, and did of purpose misse him,
Shee turnd againe, and did of purpose kisse him.
Then the boy ran: for (some say) had he stayd,
Diana had no longer bene a mayd.
Phoebus so doted on this rosiat face,
That he hath oft stole closely from his place,
When he did lie by fayre Leucothoes side,
To dally with him in the vales of Ide:
And euer since this louely boy did die,
Phoebus each day about the world doth flie,
And on the earth he seekes him all the day,
And euery night he seekes him in the sea:
His cheeke was sanguine, and his lip as red
As are the blushing leaues of the Rose spred:
And I haue heard, that till this boy was borne,
Rose grew white vpon the virgin thorne,
Till one day walking to a pleasant spring,
To heare how cunningly the birds could sing,
Laying him downe vpon a flowry bed,
The Roses blush'd and turn'd themselues to red.

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poem by Francis Beaumont
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Polyhymnia

[Polyhymnia: Describing, The honourable Triumph at Tylt,
before her Maiestie, on the 17. of Nouember, last past,
being the first day of the three and thirtith yeare of
her Highnesse raigne. With Sir Henrie Lea, his resignation
of honour at Tylt, to her Maiestie, and receiued by the right
honourable, the Earle of Cumberland.]

[Polyhimnia. Entituled, with all dutie to the Right
Honourable, Lord Compton of Compton.]

Therefore, when thirtie two were come and gone,
Years of her raigne, daies of her countries peace,
Elizabeth great Empresse of the world,
Britanias Atlas, Star of Englands globe,
That swaies the massie scepter of her land,
And holdes the royall raynes of Albion:
Began the gladsome sunnie day to shine,
That drawes in length date of her golden raigne:
And thirtie three shee numbreth in her throne:
That long in happinesse and peace (I pray)
May number manie to these thirtie three.
Wherefore it fares as whilom and of yore,
In armour bright and sheene, faire Englands knights
In honour of their peerelesse Soueraigne:
High Maistresse of their seruice, thoughtes and liues
Make to the Tyltamaine: and trumpets sound,
And princelie Coursers neigh, and champ the byt,
When all addrest for deeds of high deuoyre,
Preace to the sacred presence of their Prince.

The 1. couple. Sir Henrie Lea. The Earle of Cumberland.

Mightie in Armes, mounted on puissant horse,
Knight of the Crown in rich imbroderie,
And costlie faire Caparison charg'd with Crownes,
Oreshadowed with a withered running Vine,
As who would say, My spring of youth is past:
In Corslet gylt of curious workmanship,
Sir Henry Lea, redoubted man at Armes.
Leades in the troopes, whom woorthie Cumberland
Thrice noble Earle, aucutred as became
So greate a Warriour and so good a Knight.
Encountred first, yclad in coate of steele,
And plumes and pendants al as white as Swanne,
And speare in rest, right readie to performe
What long'd vnto the honour of the place.
Together went these Champions, horse and man,
Thundring along the Tylt, that at the shocke

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poem by George Peele
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Toda Pra Voe

Sempre assim, s ns dois, sem deixar pr depois
Esse amor, nunca igual
Cada vez, mais coisa e tal
O tempo nao perdoa e a noite vai
E nunca demais
Isso tao pr mim
Assim eu fico em paz
E que mias eu vou querer
Sou toda pra voc
Sempre assim, sem pensar
Outra vez, me entregar
Respirar, teu calor
Flutuar no teu amor
Teu corpo me estremece de prazar
Faz o mundo desabar
Me faz enlouquecer
Nao d mais eu vou querer
Sou toda pra voc
Quero te amar, pr sempre ser feliz
Sente o coraao que sepre te diz
Nao d mais pr coltar atrs, nunca mais
Sempre assim, sem pensar
Outra vez, me entregar
Respirar, teu calor
Flutuar no tue amor
Teu corpo me estremece de prazar
Faz o mundo desabar
Me faz enlouquecer
Nao d mais pr controlar
O jogo pr valer
E que mais eu vou querer
Sou toda pra voc
Oh, nao nao
Sou toda pra voc, minha vida
Nao nao
Sou toda pra voc, minha vida
Sou toda pra voc

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The Beggar's Daughter of Bednall-Green

Part the First
Itt was a blind beggar, had long lost his sight,
He had a faire daughter of bewty most bright;
And many a gallant brave suiter had shee,
For none was soe comelye as pretty Bessee.

And though shee was of favor most faire,
Yett seing shee was but a poor beggars heyre,
Of ancyent housekeepers despised was shee,
Whose sonnes came as suitors to prettye Bessee.

Wherefore in great sorrow faire Bessy did say,
'Good father, and mother, let me goe away
To seeke out my fortune, whatever itt bee.'
This suite then they granted to prettye Bessee.

Then Bessy, that was of bewtye soe bright,
All cladd in gray russett, and late in the night
From father and mother alone parted shee,
Who sighed and sobbed for prettye Bessee.

Shee went till shee came to Stratford-le-Bow,
Then knew shee not whither, nor which way to goe;
With teares shee lamented her hard destinie,
So sadd and soe heavy was pretty Bessee.

Shee kept on her journey untill it was day,
And went unto Rumford along the hye way;
Where at the Queenes Armes entertained was shee,
Soe faire and wel favoured was pretty Bessee.

Shee had not beene there a month to an end,
But master and mistres and all was her friend;
And every brave gallant that once did her see
Was straight-way enamoured of pretty Bessee.

Great gifts they did send her of silver and gold,
And in their songs daylye her love was extold;
Her beawtye was blazed in every degree,
Soe faire and soe comelye was pretty Bessee.

The young men of Rumford in her had their joy;
Shee shewed herself courteous, and modestlye coye,
And at her commandment still wold they bee,
Soe fayre and so comelye was pretty Bessee.

Foure suitors att once unto her did goe,
They craved her favor, but still she sayd noe;
'I wild not wish gentles to marry with mee,-'
Yett ever they honored pretty Bessee.

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Orange Express

In living the life Ive lead, I truly must confess
With all the things Ive done, Im not better than the rest
Well, maybe tomorrow Ill seek and find the answers
And locking the doors that I loose along the way
Fullfilling the visions of prophets and dreamers
Revealing the secrets of words they had to say
A toda mquina, you cannot stop believing
A toda mquina, is all that I can say
A toda mquina, keep the passion burning
A toda mquina, now youre on your way
In feeling the things I feel, I truly must confide
That all the pain I felt, I kept it all inside
I know that tomorrow the truth will come to find me
Preparing the futureto find my destiny
Revealing the meaning of all my intuitions
And knowing tomorrow that what will be, will be
A toda mquina, you cannot stop believing
A toda mquina, is all that I can say
A toda mquina, keep the passion burning
A toda mquina, now youre on your way
Living life forever changing
I close my eyes and start to scheme
cos I know the world is rearranging
And its up to me to start the dream
In living the life Ive lead, I truly must confess
With all the things Ive done, Im not better than the rest
Living life forever changing
I close my eyes and start to scheme
cos I know the world is rearranging
And its up to me to start the dream

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The Faerie Queene, Book I, Canto IV (excerpts)

CANTO IIII
To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa
guides the faithfull knight,
Where brothers death to wreak Sansjoy
doth chalenge him to fight.

i
Young knight, what ever that dost armes professe,
And through long labours huntest after fame,
Beware of fraud, beware of ficklenesse,
In choice, and change of thy deare loved Dame,
Least thou of her beleeve too lightly blame,
And rash misweening doe thy hart remove:
For unto knight there is no greater shame,
Then lightnesse and inconstancie in love;
That doth this Redcrosse knights ensample plainly prove.

ii

Who after that he had faire Una lorne,
Through light misdeeming of her loialtie,
And false Duessa in her sted had borne,
Called Fidess', and so supposd to bee;
Long with her traveild, till at last they see
A goodly building, bravely garnished,
The house of mightie Prince it seemd to bee:
And towards it a broad high way that led,
All bare through peoples feet, which thither traveiled.

iii

Great troupes of people traveild thitherward
Both day and night, of each degree and place,
But few returned, having scaped hard,
With balefull beggerie, or foule disgrace,
Which ever after in most wretched case,
Like loathsome lazars, by the hedges lay.
Thither Duessa bad him bend his pace:
For she is wearie of the toilesome way,
And also nigh consumed is the lingring day.

iv

A stately Pallace built of squared bricke,
Which cunningly was without morter laid,
Whose wals were high, but nothing strong, nor thick,
And golden foile all over them displaid,
That purest skye with brightnesse they dismaid:
High lifted up were many loftie towres,
And goodly galleries farre over laid,

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poem by Edmund Spenser
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Torna A Casa

Torna a casa
E metti via
Ogni aspirazione che hai
Torna a casa
Che oramai
Ti sei fottuto lo sai... yeh
Torna a casa
Vai regolare
Che tanto non c'e' piu' niente da fare
Torna a casa
Hai perso il treno
Almeno adesso lo sai almeno
Che c'e' ancora lei
Lei che crede in te
Vai e non voltarti!
Torna a casa
E' gia' mattina
Anche se non hai niente da dire
Torna a casa
Hey bambina
Raccogli i pezzi di questo cuore.
Torna a casa
Che s ei una roccia
Puoi cambiarti i vestiti e la faccia
Torna a casa
Con l'ultimo treno
Almeno adesso lo sai almeno
Che c'e' ancora lei
Lei che crede in te
Dai eh non odiarti!
Eh vai eh non voltarti
Ogni cosa si aggiusta
Eh dai non odiarti

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Telegrama

Eu tava triste, tristinho.
Mais sem graca que a top model magrela da passarela.
Eu tava s, sozinho.
Mais solitario que um paulistano, que o canastrao na hora que cai o pano.
Tava mais bobo que banda de rock,
que um palhaco do circo Vostok.
Mas ontem eu recebi um telegrama.
Era voce de Aracaju, ou do Alabama,
dizendo: nego, sinta-se feliz!
porque no mundo tem algum que diz,
que muito te ama, que muito te ama, que muito muito te ama, que tanto te ama.
Por isso hoje eu acordei com uma vontade danada
de mandar flores ao delegado
de bater na porta do vizinho e desejar bom dia,
de beijar o portugues da padaria.
Hoje eu acordei com uma vontade danada
de mandar flores ao delegado
de bater na porta do vizinho e desejar bom dia,
de beijar o portugues da padaria.
Mama, oh mama, oh mama
Quero ser seu, quero ser seu, quero ser seu papa
Mama, oh mama, oh mama
Quero ser seu, quero ser seu, quero ser seu papa
Eu tava triste, tristinho.
Mais sem graca que a top model magrela da passarela.
Eu tava s, sozinho.
Mais solitario que um paulistano, que um vilao de filme mexicano.
Tava mais bobo que banda de rock,
que um palhaco do circo Vostok.
Mas ontem eu recebi um telegrama.
Era voce de Aracaju, ou do Alabama,
dizendo: nego, sinta-se feliz!
porque no mundo tem algum que diz,
que muito te ama, que muito te ama, que muito muito te ama, que tanto te ama.
Por isso hoje eu acordei com uma vontade danada
de mandar flores ao delegado
de bater na porta do vizinho e desejar bom dia,
de beijar o portugues da padaria.
Hoje eu acordei com uma vontade danada
de mandar flores ao delegado
de bater na porta do vizinho e desejar bom dia,
de beijar o portugues da padaria.
Mama, oh mama, oh mama
Quero ser seu, quero ser seu, quero ser seu papa
Mama, oh mama, oh mama
Quero ser seu, quero ser seu, quero ser seu papa

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Muiopotmos, Or The Fate Of The Butterflie

I SING of deadly dolorous debate,
Stir'd vp through wrathfull Nemesis despight,
Betwixt two mightie ones of great estate,
Drawne into armes, and proofe of mortall fight,
Through prowd ambition, and hartswelling hate,
Whilest neither could the others greater might
And sdeignfull scorne endure; that from small iarre
Their wraths at length broke into open warre.

The rote whereof and tragicall effect,
Vouchsafe, O thou the mournfulst Muse of nyne,
That wontst the tragick stage for to direct,
In funerall complaints and waylfull tyne,
Reueale to me, and all the meanes detect,
Through which sad Clarion did at last declyne
To lowest wretchednes; And is there then
Such rancor in the harts of mightie men?

Of all the race of siluer-winged Flies
Which doo possesse the Empire of the aire,
Betwixt the centred earth, and azure skies,
Was none more fauourable, nor more faire,
Whilst heauen did fauour his felicities,
Then Clarion, the eldest sonne and haire
Of Muscaroll, and in his fathers sight
Of all aliue did seeme the fairest wight.

With fruitfull hope his aged breast he fed
Of future good, which his young toward yeares,
Full of braue courage and bold hardyhed,
Aboue th' ensample of his equall peares,
Did largely promise, and to him forered,
(Whilst oft his heart did melt in tender teares)
That he in time would sure proue such an one,
As should be worthie of his fathers throne.

The fresh young flie, in whom the kindly fire
Of lustfull yong[th] began to kindle fast,
Did much disdaine to subject his desire
To loathsome sloth, or houres in ease to wast,
But ioy'd to range abroad in fresh attire;
Through the wide compas of the ayrie coast,
And with vnwearied wings each part t'inquire
Of the wide rule of his renowmed sire.

For he so swift and nimble was of flight,
That from this lower tract he dar'd to stie
Vp to the clowdes, and thence with pineons light,
To mount aloft vnto the Christall skie,
To vew the workmanship of heauens hight:

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poem by Edmund Spenser
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Te Quero Te Esque?o Te Amo

Trago no meu peito tanta solid?o
Sonhos de um amor jogados pelo ch?o
Falam do vazio do meu sentimento
O que me deprime tanta confus?o
Em cada peda?o do meu cora??o
Voc vive dentro do meu pensamento
Por ti, por ti, por ti
Eu larguei de tudo sem olhar pra trs
Apostei na vida e te deixei ganhar
Te quero
Voc vive em minha cabe?a
Te esque?o
Mas cada minuto te lembro
Te amo sinto que n?o tem mais remdio
Te quero, te esque?o e te amo de novo
Desde que voc se foi e n?o voltou
Eu fiquei perdido j n?o sei quem sou
Triste sem ningum vivendo no passado
Voc foi alm da imagina??o
Despertou em mim o fogo da paix?o
Depois me deixou sozinho abandonado
Por ti, por ti, por ti
Eu larguei de tudo sem olhar pra trs
Apostei na vida e te deixei ganhar
Te quero
Voc vive em minha cabe?a
Te esque?o
Mas cada minuto te lembro
Te amo sinto que n?o tem mais remdio
Te quero, te esque?o e te amo de novo

song performed by Ricky Martin
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Piedra de Sol

La treizième revient...c’est encor la première;
et c’est toujours la seule-ou c’est le seul moment;
car es-tu reine, ô toi, la première ou dernière?
es-tu roi, toi le seul ou le dernier amant?
Gérard de Nerval, Arthèmis
Un sauce de cristal, un chopo de agua,
un alto surtidor que el viento arquea,
un árbol bien plantado mas danzante,
un caminar de río que se curva,
avanza, retrocede, da un rodeo
y llega siempre:
un caminar tranquilo
de estrella o primavera sin premura,
agua que con los párpados cerrados
mana toda la noche profecías,
unánime presencia en oleaje,
ola tras ola hasta cubrirlo todo,
verde soberanía sin ocaso
como el deslumbramiento de las alas
cuando se abren en mitad del cielo,
un caminar entre las espesuras
de los días futuros y el aciago
fulgor de la desdicha como un ave
petrificando el bosque con su canto
y las felicidades inminentes
entre las ramas que se desvanecen,
horas de luz que pican ya los pájaros,
presagios que se escapan de la mano,

una presencia como un canto súbito,
como el viento cantando en el incendio,
una mirada que sostiene en vilo
al mundo con sus mares y sus montes,
cuerpo de luz filtrado por un ágata,
piernas de luz, vientre de luz, bahías,
roca solar, cuerpo color de nube,
color de día rápido que salta,
la hora centellea y tiene cuerpo,
el mundo ya es visible por tu cuerpo,
es transparente por tu transparencia,

voy entre galerías de sonidos,
fluyo entre las presencias resonantes,
voy por las transparencias como un ciego,
un reflejo me borra, nazco en otro,
oh bosque de pilares encantados,
bajo los arcos de la luz penetro
los corredores de un otoño diáfano,

voy por tu cuerpo como por el mundo,

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poem by Octavio Paz
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A Crier At Hora

A crier, dripping and dripping
A crier at Hora
Tears of bees overflow the bucket
And rivers over popular at Hora
And lead to the elephant water body

Arms in akimble and legs
Falling from heaven like snow
Oh, why? why? why? why?
Wretched and wretched at Hora
And feeling very doodling sorry
And tears are cooking bread

And that nose says yes
Yes my slippery road at hora
And the face adorned with ridges
And so huge that sparks inside Hora

The essence, at Hora?
Is folded and rolled
In this crier's memory at Hora

poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
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Barumba (Daniel Maunick's Mix)

J.P. Maunick)
Barumba
Barumba
Barumba
Barumba
Onde e espirito danca esta vivo e alegre?
Barumba
Onde e que rola em londres o som da pesada?
Barumba
Onde e que a festa rola e as meninas dao bola?
Barumba
Onde e que a galera chega junto e comemora?
Barumba
Do be-bop ao new-hop onde e que se ouve?
Barumba
E cade o som da pesada em Londres?
Barumba
Onde e que o som e livre alegre batucada?
Barumba
Why don't you come with me tonight, where the rythm is unchained
And spirit of the dance is still alive
English translation/interpretation of Barumba
(This translation is made by Joao Berger. If you have any comments, send me a note. Note: Barumba is the name of a club in London.)
> Onde e espirito danca esta vivo e alegre?
> Barumba.
Where does the spirit dance? Where is it alive and happy?
Barumba
> Onde e que rola em londres a som da pesada?
> Barumba.
Where in London is the fat sound played?
Barumba
> Onde e que a festa rola e as meninas dao bola?
> Barumba.
Where does the party swing and the girls are receptive? =)
Barumba
> Onde e que a galera chega junto e come mora?
> Barumba.
Where does the gang meet and celebrate?
Barumba
> Do be-bop ao new-hop onde e que se ouve?
> Barrumba.
From be-bop to new-hop where can you hear it?
Barumba
> E cade o som de pesada em londres?
> Barumba.
And where is the fat sound in London?
Barumba
> Onde e que o som e livre alegre e batucada?
> Barumba.
Where is the sound free, joyful and batucada (beats).

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song performed by Incognito
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The Loves of the Angels

'Twas when the world was in its prime,
When the fresh stars had just begun
Their race of glory and young Time
Told his first birth-days by the sun;
When in the light of Nature's dawn
Rejoicing, men and angels met
On the high hill and sunny lawn,-
Ere sorrow came or Sin had drawn
'Twixt man and heaven her curtain yet!
When earth lay nearer to the skies
Than in these days of crime and woe,
And mortals saw without surprise
In the mid-air angelic eyes
Gazing upon this world below.

Alas! that Passion should profane
Even then the morning of the earth!
That, sadder still, the fatal stain
Should fall on hearts of heavenly birth-
And that from Woman's love should fall
So dark a stain, most sad of all!

One evening, in that primal hour,
On a hill's side where hung the ray
Of sunset brightening rill and bower,
Three noble youths conversing lay;
And, as they lookt from time to time
To the far sky where Daylight furled
His radiant wing, their brows sublime
Bespoke them of that distant world-
Spirits who once in brotherhood
Of faith and bliss near ALLA stood,
And o'er whose cheeks full oft had blown
The wind that breathes from ALLA'S throne,
Creatures of light such as still play,
Like motes in sunshine, round the Lord,
And thro' their infinite array
Transmit each moment, night and day,
The echo of His luminous word!

Of Heaven they spoke and, still more oft,
Of the bright eyes that charmed them thence;
Till yielding gradual to the soft
And balmy evening's influence-
The silent breathing of the flowers-
The melting light that beamed above,
As on their first, fond, erring hours,-
Each told the story of his love,
The history of that hour unblest,
When like a bird from its high nest

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poem by Thomas Moore
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