We can fly with our spirit
Music can blow up your mind...in many ways, by many sounds! Here we show what kind of sounds have been blowing our minds.
segunda-feira, 26 de dezembro de 2011
quarta-feira, 21 de dezembro de 2011
terça-feira, 20 de dezembro de 2011
domingo, 18 de dezembro de 2011
quinta-feira, 15 de dezembro de 2011
quarta-feira, 14 de dezembro de 2011
quinta-feira, 8 de dezembro de 2011
y#167
"But why, some say, the moon? Why choose this as our goal? And they may well ask why climb the highest mountain? Why, 35 years ago, fly the Atlantic? Why does Rice play Texas?
We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win, and the others, too."
We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win, and the others, too."
quarta-feira, 7 de dezembro de 2011
terça-feira, 6 de dezembro de 2011
segunda-feira, 5 de dezembro de 2011
domingo, 4 de dezembro de 2011
sexta-feira, 2 de dezembro de 2011
y#164
"Une prière lointaine que porte le vent du soir
Anime les feuilles dans leur danse alanguie.
C'est le chant des vieux arbres entonné pour toi,
Pour ces bois obscurs maintenant endormis.
Sans nous attendre tant de saisons ont passé;
Les feuilles dorées s'en allant mourir à terre
Renaîtront un jour sous un ciel radieux,
Mais notre monde érodé restera le même
Et demain toi et moi serons partis."
Anime les feuilles dans leur danse alanguie.
C'est le chant des vieux arbres entonné pour toi,
Pour ces bois obscurs maintenant endormis.
Sans nous attendre tant de saisons ont passé;
Les feuilles dorées s'en allant mourir à terre
Renaîtront un jour sous un ciel radieux,
Mais notre monde érodé restera le même
Et demain toi et moi serons partis."
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