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Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman

Para amar realmente uma mulher
para compreend-la
voc deve conhec-la profundament
ouvir todos os pensamentos
ver todos os sonhos
e dar-lhe asas
quando ela quiser voar
Ent?o (e) quando voc se perceber
indefeso no bra?os dela
voc saber que realmente
ama uma mulher
Quando voc amar uma mulher
diga-lhe que ela realmente desejada
diga-lhe que ela a nica
porque ela precisa de algum
para lhe dizer
que isto vai durar para sempre
(que vocs estar?o sempre juntos)
Ent?o diga-me
Voc j
amou realmente uma mulher?
deixe-a abra?ar voc
at voc saber
como ela precisa ser tocada
Voc deve respir-la
realmente sentir o seu sabor
at que voc possa senti-la
em seu sangue
Quando voc puder ver
seus futuros filhos
nos olhos dela
voc saber que realmente
ama uma mulher
Oh, voc deve dar-lhe confian?a
abra?-la forte
um pouco de ternura
Voc deve trat-la bem
Ela estar esperando por voc
cuidando bem de voc
Voc deve realmente
amar a sua mulher

song performed by Bryan Adams
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Ps Descalos (Pies Descalzos, Sueos Blancos)

Voc pertence a uma raa antiga
De ps descalos
E de sonhos brancos
Foi poeira e poeira volta
O ferro exposto ao calor brando
Voc mordeu a ma
E renunciou ao paraso
E condenou a tal serpente
Sendo voc que o quis
Por milnios e milnios
Vem correndo pelo mundo
Enfrentando dinossauros
Sem um teto e sem escudo
E agora est aqui
Querendo ser feliz
Chorando como um menino
O seu destino
Voc pertence a uma raa antiga
De ps descalos
E de sonhos brancos
Foi poeira e poeira volta
O ferro exposto ao calor brando
Construiu un mundo exacto
Acabado e perfeito
Cada coisa calculada
Em seu espao e a seu tempo
Eu que sou um caos completo
Uma entrada uma sada
Uma regra e uma medida
So conceitos que no entendo
E agora est aqui
Querendo ser feliz
Chorando como um menino
O seu destino
Voc pertence a uma raa antiga
De ps descalos
E de sonhos brancos
Foi poeira e poeira volta
O ferro exposto ao calor brando
Voc pertence a uma raa antiga
De ps descalos
E de sonhos brancos
Foi poeira e poeira volta
O ferro exposto ao calor brando
Saudar o vizinho
Acordar a uma hora
Trabalhar cada dia
Para viver a vida
Contestar mais aquilo
E sentir menos isto

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song performed by Shakira
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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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Dar-Thula

ARGUMENT.

It may not be improper here to give the story which is the foundation of this poem, as it is handed down by tradition. Usnoth, lord of Etha, which is probably that part of Argyleshire which is near Loch Eta, an arm of the sea in Lorn, had three sons, Nathos, Althos, and Ardan, by Slissáma, the daughter of Semo, and sister to the celebrated Cuthullin. The three brothers, when very young, were sent over to Ireland by their father, to learn the use of arms under their uncle Cuthullin, who made a great figure in that kingdom. They were just landed in Ulster, when the news of Cuthullin's death arrived. Nathos, though very young, took the command of Cuthullin's army, made head against Cairbar the usurper, and defeated him in several battles. Cairbar at last, having found means to murder Cormac, the lawful king, the army of Nathos shifted sides, and he himself was obliged to return into Ulster, in order to pass over into Scotland.

Dar-thula, the daughter of Colla, with whom Cairbar was in love, resided at that time in Seláma, a castle in Ulster. She saw, fell in love, and fled with Nathos; but a storm rising at sea, they were unfortunately driven back on that part of the coast of Ulster, where Cairbar was encamped with his army. The three brothers, after having defended themselves for some time with great bravery, were overpowered and slain, and the unfortunate Dar-thula killed herself upon the body of her beloved Nathos.

The poem opens, on the night preceding the death of the sons of Usnoth, and brings in, by way of episode, what passed before. it relates the death of Dar-thula differently from the common tradition. This account, is the most probable, as suicide seems to have been unknown in those early times, for no traces of it are found in the old poetry.

DAUGHTER of heaven, fair art thou! the silence of thy face is pleasant! Thou comest forth in loveliness. The stars attend thy blue course in the east. The clouds rejoice in thy presence, O moon! They brighten their dark-brown sides. Who is like thee in heaven, light of the silent night? The stars are shamed in thy presence. They turn away their sparkling eyes. Whither dost thou retire from thy course when the darkness of thy countenance grows? Hast thou thy hall, like Ossian? Dwellest thou in the shadow of grief? Have thy sisters fallen from heaven? Are they who rejoiced with thee, at night, no more? Yes, they have fallen, fair light! and thou dost often retire to mourn. But thou thyself shalt fail one night and leave thy blue path in heaven. The stars will then lift their heads: they who were ashamed in thy presence, will rejoice. Thou art now clothed with thy brightness. Look from thy gates in the sky. Burst the cloud, O wind! that the daughters of night may look forth; that the shaggy mountains may brighten, and the ocean roll its white waves in light!

Nathos is on the deep, and Althos, that beam of youth! Ardan is near his brothers. They move in the gloom of their course. The sons of Usnoth move in darkness, from the wrath of Cairbar of Erin. Who is that, dim by their side? The night has covered her beauty! Her hair sighs on ocean's wind. Her robe streams in dusky wreaths. She is like the fair spirit of heaven in the midst of the shadowy mist. Who is it but Dar-thula, the first of Erin's maids? She has fled from the love of Cairbar, with blue-shielded Nathos. But the winds deceive thee, O Dar-thula! They deny the woody Etha to thy sails. These are not the mountains of Nathos; nor is that the roar of his climbing waves. The halls of Cairbar are near: the towers of the foe lift their heads! Erin stretches its green head into the sea. Tura's bay receives the ship. Where have ye been, ye southern Winds, when the sons of my love were deceived? But ye have been sporting on the plains, pursuing the thistle's beard. O that ye had been rustling in the sails of Nathos, till the hills of Etha arose! till they arose in their clouds, and saw their returning chief! Long hast thou been absent, Nathos! the day of thy return is past!

But the land of strangers saw thee lovely! thou wast lovely in the eyes of Dar-thula. Thy face was like the light of the morning. Thy hair like the raven's wing. Thy soul was generous and mild, like tho hour of the setting sun. Thy words were the gale of the reeds; the gliding stream of Lora! But when the rage of battle rose, thou wast a sea in a storm. The clang of thy arms was terrible: the host vanished at the sound of thy course. It was then Dar-thula beheld thee, from the top of her mossy tower; from the tower of Seláma, where her fathers dwelt.

"Lovely art thou, O stranger!" she said, for her trembling soul arose. "Fair art thou in thy battles, friend of the fallen Cormac! Why dost thou rush on in thy valor, youth of the ruddy look? Few are thy hands in fight against the dark-brown Cairbar! O that I might be freed from his love, that I might rejoice in the presence of Nathos! Blest are the rocks of Etha! they will behold his steps at the chase; they will see his white bosom, when the winds lift his flowing hair!" Such were thy words, Dar-thula, in Seláma's mossy towers. But now the night is around thee. The winds have deceived thy sails- — the winds have deceived thy sails, Dar-thula! Their blustering sound is high. Cease a little while, O north wind! Let me hear the voice of the lovely. Thy voice is lovely, Dar-thula, between the rustling blasts!

"Are these the rocks of Nathos?" she said, "this the roaring of his mountain streams? Comes that beam of light from Usnoth's nightly hall? The mist spreads around; the beam is feeble and distant far. But the light of Dar-thula's soul dwells in the chief of Etha! Son of the generous Usnoth, why that broken sigh? Are we in the land of strangers, chief of echoing Etha?"

"These are not the rocks of Nathos," he replied, "nor this the roar of his stream. No light comes from Etha's hall, for they are distant far. We are in the land of strangers, in the land of cruel Cairbar. The winds have deceived us, Dar-thula. Erin lifts here her hills. Go towards the north, Althos: be thy steps, Ardan, along the coast; that the foe may not come in darkness, and our hopes of Etha fail. I will go towards that mossy tower, to see who dwells about the beam. Rest, Dar-thula, on the shore! rest in peace, thou lovely light! the sword of Nathos is around thee, like the lightning of heaven!"

He went. She sat alone: she heard the roiling of the wave. The big tear is in her eye. She looks for returning Nathos. Her soul trembles at the bast. She turns her ear towards the tread of his feet. The tread of his feet is not heard. "Where art thou, son of my love! The roar of the blast is around me. Dark is the cloudy night. But Nathos does not return. What detains thee, chief of Etha? Have the foes met the hero in the strife of the night?"

He returned; but his face was dark. He had seen his departed friend! it was the wall of Tura. The ghost of Cuthullin stalked there alone; the sighing of his breast was frequent. The decayed flame of his eyes was terrible! His spear was a column of mist. The stars looked dim through his form. His voice was like hollow wind in a cave: his eye a light seen afar. He told the tale of grief. The soul of Nathos was sad, like the sun in the day of mist, when his face watery and dim.

"Why art thou sad, O Nathos!" said the lovely daughter of Colla. "Thou art a pillow of light to Dar-thula. The joy of her eyes is in Etha's chief. Where is my friend, but Nathos? My father, my brother is fallen! Silence dwells on Seláma. Sadness spreads on the blue streams of my land. My friends have fallen with Cormac. The mighty were slain in the battles of Erin. Hear, son of Usnoth! hear, O Nathos! my tale of grief.

"Evening darkened on the plain. The blue streams failed before mine eyes. The unfrequent blast came rustling in the tops of Seláma's groves. My seat was beneath a tree, on the walls of my fathers. Truthil past before my soul; the brother of my love: he that was absent in battle against the haughty Cairbar! Bending on his spear, the gray-haired Colla came. His downcast face is dark, and sorrow dwells in his soul. His sword is on the side of the hero; the helmet of his fathers on his head. The battle grows in his breast. He strives to hide the tear.

"'Dar-thula, my daughter,' he said, 'thou art the last of Colla's race! Truthil is fallen in battle. The chief of Seláma is no more! Cairbar comes, with his thousands, towards Seláma's walls. Colla will meet his pride, and revenge his son. But where shall I find thy safety, Dar-thula with the dark-brown hair! thou art lovely as the sunbeam of heaven, and thy friends are low!' 'Is the son of battle fallen?' I said, with a bursting sigh. 'Ceased the generous soul of Truthil to lighten through the field? My safety, Colla, is in that bow. I have learned to pierce the deer. Is not Cairbar like the hart of the desert, father of fallen Truthil?'

"The face of age brightened with joy. The crowded tears of his eyes poured down. The lips of Colla trembled. His gray beard whistled in the blast. 'Thou art the sister of Truthil,' he said; 'thou burnest in the fire of his soul. Take, Dar-thula, take that spear, that brazen shield, that burnished helm; they are the spoils of a warrior, a son of early youth! When the light rises on Seláma, we go to meet the car-borne Cairbar. But keep thou near the arm of Colla, beneath the shadow of my shield. Thy father, Dar-thula, could once defend thee; but age is trembling On his hand. The strength of his arm has failed. His soul is darkened with grief.'

"We passed the night in sorrow. The light of morning rose. I shone in the arms of battle. The gray haired hero moved before. The sons of Seláma convened around the sounding shield of Colla. But few were they in the plain, and their locks were gray. The youths had fallen with Truthil, in the battle of car-borne Cormac. 'Friends of my youth,' said Colla, 'it was not thus you have seen me in arms. It was not thus I strode to battle when the great Confaden fell. But ye are laden with grief. The darkness of age comes like the mist of the desert. My shield is worn with years! my sword is fixed in its place! I said to my soul, Thy evening shall be calm; thy departure like a fading light. But the storm has returned. I bend like an aged oak. My boughs are fallen on Seláma. I tremble in my place. Where art thou, with thy fallen heroes, O my beloved Truthil! Thou answerest not from thy rushing blast. The soul of thy father is sad. But I will be sad no more! Cairbar or Colla must fall! I feel the returning strength of my arm. My heart leaps at the sound of war.'

"The hero drew his sword. The gleaming blades of his people rose. They moved along the plain. Their gray hair streamed in the wind. Cairbar sat at the feast, in the silent plain of Lena. He saw the coming of the heroes. He called his chiefs to war. Why should I tell to Nathos how the strife of battle grew? I have seen thee in the midst of thousands, like the beam of heaven's fire: it is beautiful, but terrible; the people fall in its dreadful course. The spear of Colla flew. He remembered the battles of his youth. An arrow came with its sound. It pierced the hero's side. He fell on his echoing shield. My soul started with fear. I stretched my buckler over him: but my heaving breast was seen! Cairbar came with his spear. He beheld Seláma's maid. Joy rose on his dark-brown Taco. He stayed his lifted steel. He raised the tomb of Colla. He brought me weeping to Seláma. He spoke the words of love, but my soul was sad. I saw the shields of my fathers; the sword of car-borne Truthil. I saw the arms of the dead; the tear was on my cheek! Then thou didst come, O Nathos! and gloomy Cairbar fled. He fled like the ghost of the desert before the morning's beam. His host was not near; and feeble was his arm against thy steel! Why art thou sad, O Nathos?" said the lovely daughter of Colla.

"I have met," replied the hero, "the battle in my youth. My arm could not lift the spear when danger first arose. My soul brightened in the presence of war, as the green narrow vale, when the sun pours his streamy beams, before he hides his head in a storm. The lonely traveller feels a mournful joy. He sees the darkness that slowly comes. My soul brightened in danger before I saw Seláma's fair; before I saw thee, like a star that shines on the hill at night; the cloud advances, and threatens the lovely light! We are in the land of foes. The winds have deceived us, Dar-thula! The strength of our friends is not near, nor the mountains of Etha. Where shall I find thy peace, daughter of mighty Colla! The brothers of Nathos are brave, and his own sword has shone in fight. But what are the sons of Usnoth to the host of dark-brown Cairbar! O that the winds had brought thy sails, Oscar king of men! Thou didst promise to come to the battles of fallen Cormac! Then would my hand be strong as the flaming arm of death. Cairbar would tremble in his halls, and peace dwell round the lovely Dar-thula. But why dost thou fall, my soul? The sons of Usnoth may prevail!"

"And they will prevail, O Nathos!" said the rising soul of the maid. "Never shall Dar-thula behold the halls of gloomy Cairbar. Give me those arms of brass, that glitter to the passing meteor. I see them dimly in the dark-bosomed ship. Dar-thula will enter the battles of steel. Ghost of the noble Colla! do I behold thee on that cloud! Who is that dim beside thee? Is it the car-borne Truthil? Shall I behold the halls of him that slew Seláma's chief? No: I will not behold them, spirits of my love!"

Joy rose in the face of Nathos when he heard the white-bosomed maid. "Daughter of Seláma! thou shinest along my soul. Come, with thy thousands, Cairbar! the strength of Nathos is returned! Thou O aged Usnoth! shalt not hear that thy son has fled. I remembered thy words on Etha, when my sails began to rise: when I spread them towards Erin, towards the mossy walls of Tura! 'Thou goest,' he said, 'O Nathos, to the king of shields! Thou goest to Cuthullin, chief of men, who never fled from danger. Let not thine arm be feeble: neither be thy thoughts of flight; lest the son of Semo should say that Etha's race are weak. His words may come to Usnoth, and sadden his soul in the hall.' The tear was on my father's cheek. He gave this shining sword!

"I came to Tura's bay; but the halls of Tara were silent. I looked around, and there was none to tell of the son of generous Semo. I went to the hall of shells, where the arms of his fathers hung. But the arms were gone, and aged Lamhor sat in tears. 'Whence are the arms of steel?' said the rising Lamhor. 'The light of the spear has long been absent from Tura's dusky walls. Come ye from the rolling sea? or from Temora's mournful halls?'

"'We come from the sea,' I said, 'from Usnoth's rising towers. We are the sons of Slissáma, the daughter of car-borne Semo. Where is Tura's chief, son of the silent hall? But why should Nathos ask? for I behold thy tears. How did the mighty fall, son of the lonely Tura?' 'He fell not,' Lamhor replied, 'like the silent star of night, when it flies through darkness and is no more. But he was like a meteor that shoots into a distant land. Death attends its dreary course. Itself is the sign of wars. Mournful are the banks of Lego; and the roar of streamy Lara! There the hero fell, son of the noble Usnoth!' 'The hero fell in the midst of slaughter,' I said with a bursting sigh. 'His hand was strong in war. Death dimly sat behind his sword.'

"We came to Lego's sounding banks. We found his rising tomb. His friends in battle are there: his bards of many songs. Three days we mourned over the hero: on the fourth I struck the shield of Caithbat. The heroes gathered around with joy, and shook their beamy spears. Corlath was near with his host, the friend of car-borne Cairbar. We came like a stream by night. His heroes fell before us. When the people of the valley rose, they saw their blood with morning's light. But we rolled away, like wreaths of mist, to Cormac's echoing hall. Our swords rose to defend the king. But Temora's halls were empty. Cormac had fallen in his youth. The king of Erin was no more!

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poem by James Macpherson
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Ya Shosla S Uma

Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Ya so-shla s u-ma
Menya polnostyu net
Absolyutno vserez
Situastsiya help
Situastsiya sos
Ya sebya ne pojmu
Ty otkuda vzyalas
Pochemu, pochemu?
Na tebya povelas
Vyklyuchaestsya svet
Ya keuda - to lechu
Bez tebya menya net
Nichego ne khogu
Eto medlennyj yad
Eto svodit s uma
A oni govoryat - vinovata sama
A oni govoryat - vinovata sama
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Ya so-shla s u-ma
Mne nu-zha 0-naaaa
Bez tebya ya ne ya
Bez tebya menya net
A oni govoryat
Govoryat et bred
Eta solnechnye yad
Zolotye luchi
A oni govoryat
Nado srochno lechit
Ya khotela zabyt do upora I vniz
Ya schtala stolby I rusteryannykh ptits
Bez tebya menya net, otpyasti otpyasti
Do ugla po stene mama-papa prosti...
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Raz, dva posle pyati
Mama papa prosti
Ya so-shla s u-ma
Raz, dva posle pyati
Mama papa prosti
Ya so-shla s u-ma
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma

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Ya Soshla S Uma

Album: 200 Km (2002)
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
YA SO-SHLA S U-MA
Menya polnostyu net
Absolyutno vser'ez
Situastsiya help
Situastsiya SOS
Ya sebya ne pojmu
Ty otkuda vzyalas
Pochemu, pochemu?
Na tebya povelas
Vyklyuchaestsya svet
Ya keuda - to lechu
Bez tebya menya net
Nichego ne khogu
Eto medlennyj yad
Eto svodit s uma
A oni govoryat - vinovata sama
A oni govoryat - vinovata sama
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
YA SO-SHLA S U-MA
MNE NU-ZHA 0-NAAAA
Bez tebya ya ne ya
Bez tebya menya net
A oni govoryat
Govoryat et bred
Eta solnechnye yad
Zolotye luchi
A oni govoryat
Nado srochno lechit
Ya khotela zabyt do upora I vniz
Ya schtala stolby I Rusteryannykh ptits
Bez tebya menya net, otpyasti otpyasti
Do ugla po stene mama-papa prosti...
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Raz, dva posle pyati
Mama papa prosti
Ya so-shla s u-ma
Raz, dva posle pyati
Mama papa prosti
Ya so-shla s u-ma

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song performed by Tatu
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Forca

It is the passion flowing right on through your veins
And its the feeling that youre oh so glad you came
It is the moment you remember you're alive
It is the air you breathe, the element, the fire
It is that flower that you took the time to smell
It is the power that you know you got as well
It is the fear inside that you can overcome
This is the orchestra, the rhythm and the drum
Com uma fora, com uma fora
Com uma fora que ninguem pode parar
Com uma fora, com uma fora
Com uma fome que ninguem pode matar
It is the soundtrack of your ever-flowing life
It is the wind beneath your feet that makes you fly
It is the beautiful game that you choose to play
When you step out into the world to start your day
You show your face and take it in and scream and pray
You're gonna win it for yourself and us today
It is the gold, the green, the yellow and the grey
The red and sweat and tears, the love you go. Hey!
Com uma fora, com uma fora
Com uma fora que ninguem pode parar
Com uma fora, com uma fora
Com uma fome que ninguem pode matar
Fora, fora, fora, fora
Closer to the sky, closer, way up high,
Mais perto do cu, mais perto do cu
Com uma fora, com uma fora
Com uma fora que ninguem pode parar
Com uma fora, com uma fora
Com uma fome que ninguem pode matar
...
este amor, este amor,
to grande e to forte
come on

song performed by Nelly Furtado
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Con Voi

Mia cara, voglio farvi sapere

Qualcosa che è molto importante per me,

E qualcosa che può essere

Molto importante per lei,

Se apprezzi il mio amore solo

Come valore di tuo.

Mia cara, sono stato con voi per

Come posso ricordare.

Mi ricordo quando eravamo bambini,

E i nostri genitori erano vicini,

E siamo stati vicini, come pure,

Naturalmente

E i nostri genitori sarebbero pianificare 'gioco-date'

Come chiamati li allora e ancora adesso,

E c'era molto di più ad esso.

Si, tua sorella e tuo fratello sarebbe venuto sopra,

E potrebbe appendere fuori con mio fratello, mia sorella e me.

Ricordo che pensavo che le ragazze erano lorde,

E voi, vorrei evitare

E hai pensato che avevo una malattia,

Così sarebbe evitare me, troppo.

Ma, dopo un paio di settimane,

Siamo diventati amici,

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poem by James Roberts
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Amor Fatal

Voc me faz viver
Como um barco enfrentando um furaco
Me faz sofrer
Voc me d prazer
E me deixa muito louca de paixo
Eu j nem sei
Se sou capaz de controlar o corao
Se vou poder sentir de novo os ps no cho
Voc me faz acreditar que isso fatal
S de pensar em te perder me sinto mal
Voc me faz sonhar
Toda vez que mais a gente faz amor
Me faz voar
Voc me faz chorar
Quando passa dois, trs dias por a
E eu fico a pensar
Aonde foi, com quem est, porque ser
E colocou alguma outra em meu lugar
Voc me faz acreditar que isso
fatal
S de pensar em te perder me sinto mal
Aonde foi, com quem est, porque ser
E colocou alguma outra em meu lugar
Voc me faz acreditar que isso fatal
S de pensar em te perder me sinto mal, yeah
No, no, no
Eu te quero tanto
Voc me d tanto prazer
Mas te me faz sofrer
Aonde ests amor, fique aqui
Venha para mim
Voc me faz acreditar que isso fatal
S de pensar em te perder me sinto mal, yeah

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Partir, Pensar e Amar!

Partir para....
Pensar em......
Amar! ! ! Alguém!
Verbo poderoso esse;
não precisa de preposição.
Amar! Pronto.
Sem alguém, também pode.
Dizem que com alguém é melhor
Mas pode ser sozinho!
Ele cumpre bem o seu papel!
AMAR, só conjuga quando
Amar Alguém!
Não se pode amar aquilo, isso, esse......
Não se pode amar Meu, Teu, Nosso......
Só se pode AMAR Você! em Você, para Você
Aí pode!
Aí, combina!

Ciumento esse Verbo!

Mas tem também outro verbo.
Que vem logo após O AMAR!
Pensar!
Pensar requer.... algo, aquilo, no Meu, no Teu, no Nosso!
Tem também Pensar.... no Dos Outros!
Pensar tem todos os Quereres!

Nesse momento! Nessa conjugação!
O Amar já não suporta tanta preposição

Exigente esse verbo!

Então vem o

PARTIR!
Parto para longe de ti!
Porque começastes conjugando O Amar

e terminastes com O Pensar!

Doloroso esse verbo!

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Maria

Ela , uma mulher especial
Recm chegada de outro planeta
Ela , a super fmea fatal
que te ama a noite inteira
Assim Maria,
Linda flor do dia
Um veneno doce,
T?o gostoso de se tomar
Assim Maria,
Sonho e fantasia
Que se voc bebe,
De paix?o pode te matar
Um, Dois, Trs
Um passinho pra frente Maria
Um, Dois, Trs
Um passinho pra trs
Ah eu te quero agora Maria
Maria eu quero te amar
Ela , Como um pecado mortal
Que te condena pouco a pouco
Ela , a feiticeira sexual
Que te deixa muito louco
Assim Maria,
Linda flor do dia
Um veneno doce,
T?o gostoso de se tomar
Assim Maria,
Sonho e fantasia
Que se voc bebe,
De paix?o pode te matar
Um, Dois, Trs
Um passinho pra frente Maria
Um, Dois, Trs
Um passinho pra trs
Ah eu te quero agora Maria
Maria eu quero te amar
Um, Dois, Trs
Um passinho pra frente Maria
Um, Dois, Trs
Um passinho pra trsUm, Dois, Trs
Um passinho pra frente Maria
Um, Dois, Trs
Um passinho pra trsUm, Dois, Trs
Um passinho pra frente Maria
Um, Dois, Trs
Um passinho pra trs

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The Birth of The War-God (Canto Fifth ) - Uma's Reward

Now woe to Umá, for young Love is slain,
Her Lord hath left her, and her hope is vain.
Woe, woe to Umá! how the Mountain-Maid
Cursed her bright beauty for its feeble aid!
'Tis Beauty's guerdon which she loves the best,
To bless her lover, and in turn be blest.
Penance must aid her now—or how can she
Win the cold heart of that stern deity?
Penance, long penance: for that power alone
Can make such love, so high a Lord, her own.
But, ah! how troubled was her mother's brow
At the sad tidings of the mourner's vow!
She threw her arms around her own dear maid,
Kissed, fondly kissed her, sighed, and wept, and prayed:
'Are there no Gods, my child, to love thee here?
Frail is thy body, yet thy vow severe.
The lily, by the wild bee scarcely stirred,
Bends, breaks, and dies beneath the weary bird.'
Fast fell her tears, her prayer was strong, but still
That prayer was weaker than her daughter's will.
Who can recall the torrent's headlong force,
Or the bold spirit in its destined course?
She sent a maiden to her sire, and prayed
He for her sake would grant some bosky shade,
That she might dwell in solitude, and there
Give all her soul to penance and to prayer.
In gracious love the great Himálaya smiled,
And did the bidding of his darling child.
Then to that hill which peacocks love she came,
Known to all ages by the lady's name.
Still to her purpose resolutely true,
Her string of noble pearls aside she threw,
Which, slipping here and there, had rubbed away
The sandal dust that on her bosom lay,
And clad her in a hermit coat of bark,
Rough to her gentle limbs, and gloomy dark,
Pressing too tightly, till her swelling breast
Broke into freedom through the unwonted vest.
Her matted hair was full as lovely now
As when 'twas braided o'er her polished brow.
Thus the sweet beauties of the lotus shine
When bees festoon it in a graceful line;
And, though the tangled weeds that crown the rill
Cling o'er it closely, it is lovely still.
With zone of grass the votaress was bound,
Which reddened the fair form it girdled round:
Never before the lady's waist had felt
The ceaseless torment of so rough a belt.
Alas! her weary vow has caused to fade
The lovely colours that adorned the maid.

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Only A Dream In Rio

More than a distant land
Over a shining sea
More than the steaming green
More than the shining eyes
Well they tell me its only a dream in rio
Nothing could be as sweet as it seems
On this very first day down
They remind me son have you so soon forgotten
Often as not its rotten inside
And the mask soon slips away
Strange taste of a tropical fruit
Romantic language of the portuguese
Melody on a wooden flute
Somba floating in the summer breeze
Its alright you can stay asleep
You can close your eyes
You can trust the people of paradise
To call your keeper
And tender your goodbyes
Oh what a night wonderful one in a million
Frozen fire brazillian stars
Oh holy southern cross
Later on take me way downtown in a tin can;
Cant come down from the bandstand
Im never thrown for such a loss when they say
Quando a nossa mae acordar
Andareimoz au sol
Quando a nossa mae acordar
Cantara pelos sertao
Quando a nossa mea acordar
Todos os filios saberao
Todos os filios saberao
E regozilarao
Caught in the rays of the rising sun
On the run from the soldiers gun
Shouting out loud from the angry crowd
The mild the wild and the hungry child
Ill tell you theres more than a dream in rio
I was there on the very day
And my heart came back alive
There was more
More than the singing voices
More than the upturned faces
And more than the shining eyes
But its more than the shining eye
More than the steaming green
More than the hidden hills
More than the concrete christ
More than a distant land
Over a shining sea

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Himno A Los Voluntarios De La República

Voluntario de España, miliciano
de huesos fidedignos, cuando marcha a morir tu corazón,
cuando marcha a matar con su agonía
mundial, no sé verdaderamente
qué hacer, dónde ponerme; corro, escribo, aplaudo,
lloro, atisbo, destrozo, apagan, digo
a mi pecho que acabe, al que bien, que venga,
y quiero desgraciarme;
descúbrome la frente impersonal hasta tocar
el vaso de la sangre, me detengo,
detienen mi tamaño esas famosas caídas de arquitecto
con las que se honra el animal que me honra;
refluyen mis instintos a sus sogas,
humea ante mi tumba la alegría
y, otra vez, sin saber qué hacer, sin nada, déjame,
desde mi piedra en blanco, déjame,
solo,
cuadrumano, más acá, mucho más lejos,
al no caber entre mis manos tu largo rato extático,
quiebro con tu rapidez de doble filo
mi pequeñez en traje de grandeza!

Un día diurno, claro, atento, fértil
¡oh bienio, el de los lóbregos semestres suplicantes,
por el que iba la pólvora mordiéndose los codos!
¡oh dura pena y más duros pedernales!
!oh frenos los tascados por el pueblo!
Un día prendió el pueblo su fósforo cautivo, oró de cólera
y soberanamente pleno, circular,
cerró su natalicio con manos electivas;
arrastraban candado ya los déspotas
y en el candado, sus bacterias muertas...

¿Batallas? ¡No! Pasiones. Y pasiones precedidas
de dolores con rejas de esperanzas,
de dolores de pueblos con esperanzas de hombres!
¡Muerte y pasión de paz, las populares!

¡Muerte y pasión guerreras entre olivos, entendámosnos!
Tal en tu aliento cambian de agujas atmosféricas los vientos
y de llave las tumbas en tu pecho,
tu frontal elevándose a primera potencia de martirio.

El mundo exclama: '¡Cosas de españoles!' Y es verdad.
Consideremos,
durante una balanza, a quema ropa,
a Calderon, dormido sobre la cola de un anfibio muerto
o a Cervantes, diciendo: 'Mi reino es de este mundo, pero
también del otro': ¡punta y filo en dos papeles!
Contemplemos a Goya, de hinojos y rezando ante un espejo,

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Por Amarte

Amar es una cosa especial
No es un viene y va
Amar solo te pasa una vez
Pero de verdad
Amar es cuando solo piensas
En donde estara
Amar es como un milagro
Dificil de explicar
Amar es cuando la proteges
De la lluvia y el viento
Amar es cuando tu la abrazas
Y te olvidas del tiempo
Amar es cuando tu la ves
Y te pones nervioso
Amar es cuando te das cuenta
De tus sentimientos
Por amarte robaria una estrella
Y te la regalaria
Por amarte cruzaria los mares
Solo por abrazarte
Por amarte juntaria la lluvia
Con el fuego
Por amarte daria la vida
Solo por besarte
Amar es cuando escribes su nombre
Por todo el cielo
Amar es cuando solo suenas
Con llevartela lejos
Amar es cuando tu la ves
Y se queda en tus ojos
Amar es cuando tu te das cuenta
Ella lo es todo
Por amarte robaria una estrella
Y te la regalaria
Por amarte cruzaria los mares
Solo por abrazarte
Por amarte juntaria la lluvia
Con el fuego
Por amarte daria la vida
Solo por besarte

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Alguien (Anyone)

alguien para descubrir el amor
para quererse
alguien para compartir el dolor
y perdonarse
toda la vida buscandote
lejos de mi y eras tu
esa persona que sabe querer
y eres tu...
alguien para dar un beso total
y abandonarse
alguien para dar un salto mortal
y no morirse
quien iba decirmelo
tu eres el unico, tu amor
mi corazon desde el cielo al suelo
buscandote...
alguien para conocer la vida
alguien para conservar el calor
alguien para creer en todo
alguien para disfrutar del amor
Despues mas que nada
estar feliz contigo
mi buen amigo...
Siempre buscandote
ahora sintiendote
aqui en mi
para los dos un amor
sin testigos
gracias a ti
alguien para conocer la vida
alguien para conservar el calor
alguien para creer en todo
alguien para disfrutar del amor
despues mas que a nada
estar feliz contigo oh
mi buen amigo, amigo
alguien para conocer la vida
alguien para conservar el calor
alguien para creer en todo
alguien para disfrutar del amor
despues mas que a nada
estar feliz contigo oh
mi buen amigo, tu eres ese alguien

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Para De Jugar

Tres de la maana
Y no me puedo dormir.
Ojal te tuviera aqu junto a m.
Una voz por dentro
Me dice ten cuidado,
Esta chica es peligrosa
Cuando est a tu lado, s.
Para de jugar con mi corazn.
Para de jugar con mi corazn.
Para de jugar con mi corazn.
Para de jugar con mi corazn,
Porque yo ya no quiero sufrir,
Porque yo ya no quiero sufrir.
No s si es tu sonrisa,
No s si es tu mirada,
O lo que t me haces
Cuando las luces se apagan.
Tres de la maana
Y no me puedo dormir.
Ojal supiera qu pretendes
De m.
Para de jugar con mi corazn.
Para de jugar con mi corazn.
Para de jugar con mi corazn.
Para de jugar con mi corazn,
Porque yo ya no quiero sufrir,
Porque yo ya no quiero sufrir.
Una voz por dentro
Me dice ten cuidado,
Esta chica es peligrosa
Cuando est a tu lado, s.
Para de jugar con mi corazn.
Para de jugar con mi corazn.
Para de jugar con mi corazn.
Para de jugar con mi corazn,
Porque yo ya no quiero sufrir,
Porque yo ya no quiero sufrir.
Hey you, cant you see?
Shes playing with your heart.
Shes playing with your heart.
Hey you cant you see?
Shes playing with your heart.
Shes playing with your heart.
Para de jugar con mi corazn.
Para de jugar con mi corazn.
Para de jugar con mi corazn.
Para de jugar con mi corazn,
Porque yo ya no quiero sufrir,
Porque yo ya no quiero sufrir.
Para de jugar con mi corazn.

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Para Qu

Para qu las joyas
que cubren tu cuerpo?
Para qu el dinero
de cien aos de trabajo?
Para qu la fama
de los intocables?
Para qu las falsas caras
de lo cotidiano?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu los lentes
que cubren tus ojos?
Para qu el cansancio
de cien aos de trabajo?
Para qu matarse
por las apariencias?
Para qu dejar
que nos acabe la violencia?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu?
si a la tumba
no se lleva
ni el dinero
ni el poder.
si a la tumba
no se lleva
ni el dinero
ni el poder.
Slo lo que en el alma queda.
Slo lo que en el alma queda.
Slo lo que en el alma queda.
Slo lo que en el alma queda.
si a la tumba
no se lleva
ni el dinero
ni el poder.
si a la tumba
no se lleva
ni el dinero
ni el poder.
Slo lo que en el alma queda.
Slo lo que en el alma queda.

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Estou Aqui (Estoy Aqu)

Eu sei que no d mais
tudo se passou
o tempo j ficou p'ra trs
Sei que nada vai voltar
ao que um dia foi
nunca se repetir
Mil anos no me bastaro
para curar meu corao
E agora estou aqui
querendo transformar
dormir e acordar
trocando a terra pelo mar
Sei que te deixei escapar
sei que te perdi
nada mais vai ser igual
Mil anos podem me bastar
para voc me perdoar
Estou aqui e sem voc
sonhando
entre fotos e cadernos
entre coisas que no quero
e no posso comprender
Estou enlouquecendo eu sei
andando nesta sua armadilha
troco a noite pelo dia porque
nada eu posso fazer
As cartas que escrivi
nunca te mandei
voc no quer saber de mim
No posso entender
a tonta que fui
questo de tempo e f
Mil anos e outros mil mais
so suficientes para amar
Estou aqui e sem voc
sonhando
entre fotos e cadernos
entre coisas que no quero
e no posso comprender
Estou enlouquecendo eu sei
andando nesta sua armadilha
troco a noite pelo dia porque
Estou aqui e sem voc
sonhando
entre fotos e cadernos
entre coisas que no quero porque
Estou enlouquecendo eu sei
andando nesta sua armadilha
troco a noite pelo dia porque
Se voc ainda pensa em mim

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Quel Vestito Semplice

un giorno che si scivola
Tra noia e umidit
Nel buio resto immobile
Lo sai che cosa fa
La noia e l'umidit
Con quel vestito semplice
Con quella faccia l
Che cosa avrei da perdere
Ti trovo bene si
Ti trovo bene si
Contenta tu
Ma cosa vuoi di pi
Io non ho problemi
Io non ne ho pi
Quando credi
quando vuoi
quando ti conviene
Con quella storia semplice
Con quella faccia l
Perch dovrei resistere
Ti trovo bene si
Ti trovo bene si
Se cos facile
Se tutto qui
Che cosa avrei da perdere
Ti trovo bene si
Ti trovo bene si
Ma quando vuoi
Quando possibile
Certo lo possiamo
Anche ripetere
Quando credi
quando vuoi
quando ti va bene..
quando ti conviene
quando ti conviene
un giorno che si scivola
Fra noia e umidit
Nel buio resto immobile
Lo sai che cosa fa
La noia e l'umidit
Contenta tu
Ma cosa vuoi di pi
Io non ho problemi
Io non ne ho pi
Quando credi
quando vuoi
quando ti va bene

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Lo Que Siente La Mujer

Lo que siente la mujer
Deliciosa
Labio suave y rosa... baby
Piel de miel, dulce y silenciosa
Te parece confundida
Su pasion esta escondida
Nunca sabes lo que va decir
Cuando empieza a sonreir
Quieres ver lo que siente la mujer
Quieres ver y tratar de comprender...la mujer
Seductora, pero nunca facil...baby
Misteriosamente dura y fragil
Lagrimas que no te ensea
Su dolor no deja huella
No la trates ya de impresionar
Solo dejate llevar
Quieres ver lo que siente la mujer
Quieres ver y tratar de comprender...la mujer
Quieres ver lo que siente la mujer
Quieres ver y tratar de comprender
Lo que siente la mujer
Te parece confundida
Su pasion esta escondida
Nunca sabes lo que va decir
Cuando empieza a sonreir
Quieres ver lo que siente la mujer
Quieres ver y tratar de comprender...la mujer
Quieres ver lo que siente la mujer
Quieres ver y tratar de comprender
La mujer...comprender...
Quieres ver
Quieres ver
Quieres ver lo que siente la mujer
Y tratar de comprender
What the woman feels
Delicious, pink and soft lip, baby
Syrup skin, sweet and silence,
She seems to you as confused
Her passion is hidden.
You never know what shes going to say
When she starts to smile.
(chorus:)
Do you want to see what the woman feels?
Do you want to? and try to comprehend the woman.
Seducer, but she is never easy, baby.
Mysteriously hard and soft,
Tear that she never shows you
Her pain doesnt ever let a clue
Dont try to impress her
Just let yourself go with the flow.

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