Monday, August 1, 2011
Vocè abusou
Você abusou
Tirou partido de mim, abusou
Tirou partido de mim, abusou
Tirou partido de mim, abusou
Tirou partido de mim, abusou
Mas não faz mal
É tão normal ter desamor
É tão cafona é sofredor
Que eu já nem sei
Se é meninice ou cafonice o meu amor
Se o quadradismo dos meus versos
Vai de encontro aos intelectos
Que não usam o coração como expressão
Você abusou
Tirou partido de mim, abusou
Tirou partido de mim, abusou
Tirou partido de mim, abusou
E me perdoe se eu insisto nesse tema
Mas não sei fazer poema ou canção
Que fale de outra coisa que não seja o amor
Se o quadradismo dos meus versos
Vai de encontro aos intelectos
Que não usam o coração como expressão
Você abusou
Tirou partido de mim, abusou
Tirou partido de mim, abusou
Tirou partido de mim, abusou
Tirou partido de mim, abusou
Monday, July 18, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
A media luz
Corrientes tres cuatro ocho,
segundo piso ascensor,
No hay porteros ni vecinos,
adentro cocktail y amor.
Pisito que puso Mapple,
piano, estera y velador,
Un telefón que contesta,
una fonola que llora,
Viejos tangos de mi flor,
y un gato de porcelana
pa´que No maúlle el amor.
Y todo a media luz...
que es un brujo el amor,
A media luz los besos,
a media luz los dos.
Y todo a media luz,
crepusculo interior,
Que suave terciopelo
la media luz de amor.
Juncal doce veinticuatro
telefoneá sin temor,
De tarde, té con masitas,
de noche tango y champán.
Los domingos, té danzante
los lunes desolación.
Hay de todo en la casita:
almohadones y divanes
como en botica, cocó,
alfombras que no hacen ruído y mesa puesta al amor...
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Dolly Parton, The house of rising sun
There is a house down in New Orleans
Down in the Vieux Carr'e
A house they call the rising sun
Where love and money are made
My father he was a gambler
Mother died when I was young
And I've worked since then
To please the men
At the house of the rising sun
There is a house
Down in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
It's been the ruin of many a good girl
And oh God, you know I'm one
So mothers you go telling all your daughters
Not to do what I've done
To live a life of sin, shame and strife
In the house of the rising sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
It's been the ruin of many a good girl
And oh God, you know I'm one
Oh God, you know I'm one
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
The Letter
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane,
Ain't got time to take a fast train.
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home,
'Cause my baby just a-wrote me a letter.
I don't care how much money I gotta spend,
Got to get back to my baby again
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home,
'Cause my baby just a-wrote me a letter.
Well, she wrote me a letter
Said she couldn't live without me no mo'.
Listen mister can't you see I got to get back
To my baby once a-mo'--anyway...
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane,
Ain't got time to take a fast train.
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home,
'Cause my baby just a-wrote me a letter.
Well, she wrote me a letter
Said she couldn't live without me no mo'.
Listen mister can't you see I got to get back
To my baby once a-mo'--anyway...
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane,
Ain't got time to take a fast train.
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home,
'Cause my baby just a-wrote me a letter.
Because my baby just a-wrote me a letter.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Monday, December 7, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
Somewhere
Someday, somewhere
We'll find a new way of living
We'll find a way of forgiving
Somewhere...
There's a place for us
Somewhere a place for us
Peace and quiet and open air
Wait for us
Somewhere
There's a time for us
Someday there'll be a time for us
Time together with time to spare
Time to learn, time to care
Someday, somewhere
We'll find a new way of living
We'll find there's a way of forgiving
Somewhere... Somewhere... Somewhere...
There's a place for us
A time and a place for us
Hold my hand and we're half way there
hold my hand and I'll take you there
Somehow...
Someday, somewhere...
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
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