domingo, 24 de abril de 2011
Alma lavada
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quinta-feira, 14 de abril de 2011
R.I.P. P.S. * 1962 - ꝉ 2010
Love Song For A Vampire - Annie Lennox
Come into these arms again
And lay your body down
For 'tis the rhythm of this trembling heart
Is beating like a drum.
It beats for you, it bleeds for you
It knows not how it sounds.
For it is the drum of drums
It is the song of songs.
Once I held the rarest rose that
ever deigned to bloom.
Cruel winter chilled the bud,
And stole my flower too soon
The loneliness, The hopelessness
to search the ends of time,
For there is in all the world
No greater love than mine.
Ohh Love I'll never love..Oh love I'll never love. Oh love... Still falls the rain. (repeat)
Live on forever... Be mine forever... Still falls the night.
Let me be the only one
To keep you from the cold.
Now the floor of heav'n is laid,
With stars of brightest gold
They shine for you.
They shine for you.
They burn for all to see.
Come into these arms again
And set this spirit free.
Come into these arms again
And lay your body down
For 'tis the rhythm of this trembling heart
Is beating like a drum.
It beats for you, it bleeds for you
It knows not how it sounds.
For it is the drum of drums
It is the song of songs.
Once I held the rarest rose that
ever deigned to bloom.
Cruel winter chilled the bud,
And stole my flower too soon
The loneliness, The hopelessness
to search the ends of time,
For there is in all the world
No greater love than mine.
Ohh Love I'll never love..Oh love I'll never love. Oh love... Still falls the rain. (repeat)
Live on forever... Be mine forever... Still falls the night.
Let me be the only one
To keep you from the cold.
Now the floor of heav'n is laid,
With stars of brightest gold
They shine for you.
They shine for you.
They burn for all to see.
Come into these arms again
And set this spirit free.
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Maurício Coeli
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20:36
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sexta-feira, 1 de abril de 2011
CP = Compact Poetry
The Doors... opened right now for me.
And so... this is the end.
Cause people are strange,...my friend.
I don't want a L.A. woman.
I want to be gide for the moonlight drive...
Until a roadhouse blues and break on trough
And say for you: Hello I love you...
My wild love.
Cause i'm a the unknow soldier and the summer's that... almost gone.
And so... this is the end.
Cause people are strange,...my friend.
I don't want a L.A. woman.
I want to be gide for the moonlight drive...
Until a roadhouse blues and break on trough
And say for you: Hello I love you...
My wild love.
Cause i'm a the unknow soldier and the summer's that... almost gone.
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Maurício Coeli
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