Madonna X - Static Process

I'm not myself when you're around

I'm not myself standingin a crowd

I'm not myself and

I don't know how

I'm not myself, myself right now

Jesus Christ will you look at me

Don't know who I'm supposed to be

Don't really know ifI should give a damn

When you're around,I don't know who I am

I'm not myself when yougo quiet

I'm not myself all alone at night

I'm not myself don't know whoto call

I'm not myself at all

Jesus Christ will you look at me

Don't know who I'm supposed to be

Don't really know ifI should give a damn

When you're around,I don't know who I am

I always wished that I couldfind

Someone as beautiful as you

But in the process I forgot that I was special too

I'm not myself when you'rearound

(I'm not myself when yougo quiet)

I'm not myself all alone at night

(I'm not myself standingin a crowd)

I'm not myself andI don't know how

I'm not myself, myself right now

(Don't know what I believe)

Jesus Christ will you look at me

Don't know whoI'm supposed to be

Don't really know ifI should give a damn

When you're around,I don't know who I am

I always wished thatI could find

Someone as beautiful as you

But in the processI forgot that I was special too

I always wished thatI could findSomeone as talented as you

But in the process I forgot

That I was just as good as you

MC Forever 

The Roof

The Roof Mariah Carey
Composição: M. Carey, J. C Oliver

It wasn't raining yet,
but it was definately
getting a little misty onthat warm November night
And my heart was pounding,
my inner voice resounding,
begging me to turn away
But I just had to see your faceto feel alive
And then you casually walked in the room
and I was twisted in the webof my desire for you
(And I was twisted)
My apprehension blew away
I only wanted you
to taste my sadnessas you kissed me in the dark

Chorus:
Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
and go back in time
to relive the splendor
of you and I
on the roof top that rainy night

And so we finished the Moet
andI started feeling liberated
And I surrendered as you took mein your arms
I was so caught up in the moment
I couldn't bear to let you go yet
so I threw caution to the wind
and started listening to my longing heart
And then you softly pressed your lips to mine
and the feelings surfaced I'd surpressed
for such a long time
(And I was lifted)
And for awhile I forgotthe sorrow and the pain
and melted with you as we stoodthere in the rain

Chorus (2x)

Last night
I dreamed that
I whispered the words
I love you
and touched you so very
subtly as we were kissing goodbye
(Pretty baby -- how I'm missing you)

Every time I feel the need
I envision you caressing me
(Envision you caressing me)
and go back in time(I go back)
to relive the splendor
of you and I
on the roof top that rainy night
(on the roof that rainy night)
Every time I feel the need
(When I feel the need)
I envision you caressing me
(I envision you over and over and over again)
and go back in timeto relive the splendor
of you and I
(It was oh so sweet, you and I)
on the rooftop that rainy night
(on that rainy night)
Every time I feel the need
(Last night I had the strangest dream ... )
I envision you caressing me
(It was actually quite symbolic)
and I go back in time
(As I whispered ... that I loved you)
to relive the splendor of you and I
( ... very subtly)
Chorus (1x)

Um Novo dia....Um novo v�o rumo ao desconhecido....percorrer terras distantes...voar...voar 

Nem tudo nessa vida são rosas, mas se for, todas as rosas possuem espinhos

Algumas vezes eu me acho muito infantil, muito criança, muito menino, muito moleque, enfim....principalmente quando eu me encontro de fronte a grandes problemas como o de agora. Um grande amigo meu de infância, um dos únicos que ainda tenho, se encontra enternado a mais ou menos três dias com câncer no estômago. eu já perdi um amigo ano passado com o mesmo problema. Tipo, eu me senti a pessoa mais fraca e debilitada desse mundo....quando ele me contou que tava com a doença a mais ou menos uns 4 mêses atrás eu chorei horrores...na segunda feira ao receber a ligação da mãe dele me dizendo que ele se encontrava internado num hospital particular na Zona Sul do Rio de Janeiro, nossa, eu chorei mais ainda....

Me senti completamente sem chão, sem saber ao certo o que fazer, o que falar, foi um misto de sentimentos: me sentia inútel, sozinho, com medo, muito medo mesmo, com vontade de levantar o astrau da mãe, mas tipo me faltou força e preparo mental. Não dormi na segunda feira, fiquei rolando de um lado pro outro da cama. Abri o Livro de Cervantes, e nada, nada do sono vir, do pensamento fugir por outras bandas....foi horrivel.......

No dia seguinte fui com minha mãe no hospital, passei a manhã quase toda lá e grande parte da noite.... como é frio e pesado um clima de hospital...tinha me esquecido completamente dessa parte.....

Hoje ele passou por uma cirurgia, se encontra bem, talvez retorne pra casa nessa semana mesmo.

Isso tudo me fez parar para pensar o quanto nós somos seres sensíveis, somos seres fracos, que não somos realmente nada nessa vida. Diante das enfermidades, principalmente daquelas que não podemos prever, e muito menos nos prevenirmos, somos poeira cósmica, somos trapos, molambos.....balançamos ao vento, se soprar muito forte nos rompe a pele e morremos a deriva do ar. Notei que é preciso vermos que diante da dor todos nós somos iguais. Que numa vida onde amamos e somos amados, que ganhamos, que conquistamos nossos espaços, nem tudo são flores, nem tudo são rosas, e se tudo for rosa nessa vida, acho que muita gente por aí se esquece que todas as rosas são lindas, majestosas e cravejadas de espinhos.....

Por que Você faz cinema ??

Por que Você Faz Cinema?
Adriana Calcanhotto


Para chatear os imbecis, para não ser aplaudido depois de seqüências dó de peito, para viver a beira do abismo, para correr o risco de ser desmascarado pelo grande público, para que conhecidos e desconhecidos se deliciem, para que os justos e os bons ganhem dinheiro, sobretudo eu mesmo, porque de outro jeito a vida não vale a pena, para ver e mostrar o nunca visto, o bem e o mal, o feio e o bonito, porque vi "simão no deserto", para insultar os arrogantes e poderosos quando ficam como "cachorros dentro d'água" no escuro do cinema para ser lesado em meus direitos autorais.

The Reason

Reason Melanie C
Composição: Peter-john Vettese, Melanie C

So you put your cards on the table
You're here, you're willing and able
Do you really understand the challenge you've set yourself
You know I want to adore you
Can't believe how life was before you
I must apologize, please understand I'm so demanding

Don't need to be cruel
I never felt that with you
Trouble is I'm a danger to myself
Don't want to push you away
I really want you to stay
Until I figure this out, won't you
Please, come take me over

Let me leave me for awhile
Maybe when I'm older
I'll understand the reason why
Understand the reason why

Every day is here to remind me
That the past is always behind me
Something I can never change but I won't let it hold me back
You arrived just in time
Now I know I'll be fine
I'm not ashamed to say you truly are my inspiration

Don't need to be cruel
I never felt that with you
Trouble is I'm a danger to myself
Don't want to push you away
I really want you to stay
Until I figure this out, won't you
Please, come take me over
Let me leave me for awhile
Maybe when I'm older
I'll understand the reason why
Understand the reason why

Might not be forever
Baby whatever
We've got today, won't you
Please, come take me over
Let me leave me for awhile
Maybe when I'm older
I'll understand the reason why
ease, come take me over
Let me leave me for awhile
Maybe when I'm older
I'll understand the reasons why
Understand the reason why

Motivo - Cecília Meireles

Motivo

( Cecília Meireles )

Eu canto porque o instante existe

e a minha vida está completa.

Não sou alegre nem sou triste:

sou poeta.

Irmão das coisas fugidias,

não sinto gozo nem tormento.

Atravesso noites e diasno

vento.

Se desmorono ou se edifico,

se permaneço ou me desfaço,

— não sei, não sei. Não sei se ficoou passo.

Sei que canto.

E a canção é tudo.

Tem sangue eterno a asa ritmada.

E um dia sei que estarei mudo:

— mais nada.