quinta-feira, 30 de outubro de 2014

y#757

"When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see
If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me
I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today
While thinking of the many things we didn't get say
I know how much you love me as much as I love you
And each time that you think of me, I know you will miss me too
But when tomorrow starts without me
Please try to understand that an angel came and called my name
and took me by the hand and said my place was ready,
in heaven far above, and I that I would have to leave those I dearly love
But as I walked away, a tear fell from my eye
For all my life I always thought I didn't want to die
I had so much to live for, so much left to do
It seemed almost impossible that I was leaving you
I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad
I thought of all the love we shared, and all the fun we had
If I could relive yesterday, just even for a while
I would say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile
But then I fully realized that this could never be
For emptiness and memories would take the place of me
And I thought of worldly things I might miss come tomorrow
I thought of you and when I did, my heart was full of sorrow
But when I walked through Heaven's gates, I felt so much at home
When God looked down and smiled at me, from his great golden throne
He said, this is eternity, and all I have promised you
Today your life on earth is past but hear life starts anew
I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last
And since each day is the same, there is no longing for the past
You have been so faithful, so trusting and so true
Though there were times you did some things you knew you shouldn't do
But you have been forgiven and now at last you are free
So won't you take my hand and share my life with me?"

y#756

NADIR

"This was originally strictly an astronomical term and is the opposite of the word zenith, which is the part of the sky located directly above a person’s head or, “high point.” In fact, nadir is derived from the Arabic nazir, which means “opposite to.” It is still used in astronomy to indicate the part of the celestial sphere located directly below an observer, but also more generally to describe the worst point of someone’s life or career."

sábado, 25 de outubro de 2014

y#755

"Time is never time at all
You can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth
And our lives are forever changed
We will never be the same..."

quinta-feira, 23 de outubro de 2014

F#911


 


The devil's walk- A ballad


I.

Once, early in the morning, Beelzebub arose,

With care his sweet person adorning,

He put on his Sunday clothes.


II.

He drew on a boot to hide his hoof,

He drew on a glove to hide his claw,

His horns were concealed by a Bras Chapeau,

And the Devil went forth as natty a Beau

As Bond-street ever saw.


III.

He sate him down, in London town,

Before earth's morning ray;

With a favourite imp he began to chat,

On religion, and scandal, this and that,

Until the dawn of day.


IV.

And then to St. James's Court he went,

And St. Paul’s Church he took on his way;

He was mighty thick with every Saint,

Though they were formal and he was gay.


V.

The Devil was an agriculturist,

And as bad weeds quickly grow,

In looking over his farm, I wist,

He wouldn't find cause for woe.


VI.

He peeped in each hole, to each chamber stole,

His promising live-stock to view;

Grinning applause, he just showed them his claws,

And they shrunk with affright from his ugly sight,

Whose work they delighted to do.


VII.

Satan poked his red nose into crannies so small

One would think that the innocents fair,

Poor lambkins! were just doing nothing at all

But settling some dress or arranging some ball,

But the Devil saw deeper there.


VIII.

A Priest, at whose elbow the Devil during prayer

Sate familiarly, side by side,

Declared that, if the Tempter were there,

His presence he would not abide.

Ah! ah! thought Old Nick, that's a very stale trick,

For without the Devil, O favourite of Evil,

In your carriage you would not ride.


IX.

Satan next saw a brainless King,

Whose house was as hot as his own;

Many Imps in attendance were there on the wing,

They flapped the pennon and twisted the sting,

Close by the very Throne.


X.

Ah! ah! thought Satan, the pasture is good,

My Cattle will here thrive better than others;

They dine on news of human blood,

They sup on the groans of the dying and dead,

And supperless never will go to bed;

Which will make them fat as their brothers.


XI.

Fat as the Fiends that feed on blood,

Fresh and warm from the fields of Spain,

Where Ruin ploughs her gory way,

Where the shoots of earth are nipped in the bud,

Where Hell is the Victor's prey,

Its glory the meed of the slain.


XII.

Fat--as the Death-birds on Erin's shore,

That glutted themselves in her dearest gore,

And flitted round Castlereagh,

When they snatched the Patriot's heart, that HIS grasp

Had torn from its widow's maniac clasp,

--And fled at the dawn of day.


XIII.

Fat--as the Reptiles of the tomb,

That riot in corruption's spoil,

That fret their little hour in gloom,

And creep, and live the while.


XIV.

Fat as that Prince's maudlin brain,

Which, addled by some gilded toy,

Tired, gives his sweetmeat, and again

Cries for it, like a humoured boy.


XV.

For he is fat,--his waistcoat gay,

When strained upon a levee day,

Scarce meets across his princely paunch;

And pantaloons are like half-moons

Upon each brawny haunch.


XVI.

How vast his stock of calf! when plenty

Had filled his empty head and heart,

Enough to satiate foplings twenty,

Could make his pantaloon seams start.


XVII.

The Devil (who sometimes is called Nature),

For men of power provides thus well,

Whilst every change and every feature,

Their great original can tell.


XVIII.

Satan saw a lawyer a viper slay,

That crawled up the leg of his table,

It reminded him most marvellously

Of the story of Cain and Abel.


IXX.

The wealthy yeoman, as he wanders

His fertile fields among,

And on his thriving cattle ponders,

Counts his sure gains, and hums a song;

Thus did the Devil, through earth walking,

Hum low a hellish song.


XX.

For they thrive well whose garb of gore

Is Satan’s choicest livery,

And they thrive well who from the poor

Have snatched the bread of penury,

And heap the houseless wanderer’s store

On the rank pile of luxury.


XXI.

The Bishops thrive, though they are big;

The Lawyers thrive, though they are thin;

For every gown, and every wig,

Hides the safe thrift of Hell within.


XXII.

Thus pigs were never counted clean,

Although they dine on finest corn;

And cormorants are sin-like lean,

Although they eat from night to morn.


XXIII.

Oh! why is the Father of Hell in such glee,

As he grins from ear to ear?

Why does he doff his clothes joyfully,

As he skips, and prances, and flaps his wing,

As he sidles, leers, and twirls his sting,

And dares, as he is, to appear?


XXIV.

A statesman passed--alone to him,

The Devil dare his whole shape uncover,

To show each feature, every limb,

Secure of an unchanging lover.


XXV.

At this known sign, a welcome sight,

The watchful demons sought their King,

And every Fiend of the Stygian night,

Was in an instant on the wing.


XXVI.

Pale Loyalty, his guilt-steeled brow,

With wreaths of gory laurel crowned:

The hell-hounds, Murder, Want and Woe,

Forever hungering, flocked around;

From Spain had Satan sought their food,

'Twas human woe and human blood!


XXVII.

Hark! the earthquake's crash I hear,--

Kings turn pale, and Conquerors start,

Ruffians tremble in their fear,

For their Satan doth depart.


XXVIII.

This day Fiends give to revelry

To celebrate their King's return,

And with delight its Sire to see

Hell's adamantine limits burn.


XXIX.

But were the Devil's sight as keen

As Reason's penetrating eye,

His sulphurous Majesty I ween,

Would find but little cause for joy.


XXX.

For the sons of Reason see

That, ere fate consume the Pole,

The false Tyrant's cheek shall be

Bloodless as his coward soul.


Percy Bysshe Shelley

sábado, 11 de outubro de 2014

y#754

"Suddenly, a voice told me keep on singing little boy
And raise your arms in the big black sky
Raise your arms the highest you can, so the whole universe will glow..."

quinta-feira, 9 de outubro de 2014

y#753

"You're drawing ladders on your skin
To take you up and bring you down again
And it's alright..."

quarta-feira, 8 de outubro de 2014

F#909

"O caminho"

Não olhes para atrás!

Ou olha.
Mas de longe...e sem filtros.

E sem mágoa.

Porque ao olhares para o lado,
pensa
que o nosso caminho,
lá trás,
foi o mesmo.

E
sem ti,
jamais seria igual!


O teu,
ainda é longo.

Sabes de onde vens... e agora?
Para onde vais?

Fura

P.S.-Parabéns!