Mr. Jones

Música e Filme com o mesmo nome... Ambos fabulosos...

Leap of Faith

"I can fly
But I want his wings
I can shine even in the darkness
But I crave the light that he brings
Revel in the songs that he sings
My angel Gabriel

I can love
But I need his heart
I am strong even on my own
But from him I never want to part
He's been there since the very start
My angel Gabriel
My angel Gabriel

Bless the day he came to be
Angel's wings carried him to me
Heavenly
I can fly
But I want his wings
I can shine even in the darkness
But I crave the light that he brings
Revel in the songs that he sings
My angel Gabriel
My angel Gabriel
My angel Gabriel"

By Lamb

Sempre Super Bock...

"All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true... I was made for you

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Oh because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do and I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you.

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

Ohh yea it's true... that I was made for you"

By Brandi Carlile

Durmo?

"Durmo ou não? Passam juntas em minha alma
Coisas da alma e da vida em confusão,
Nesta mistura atribulada e calma
Em que não sei se durmo ou não.

Sou dois seres e duas consciências
Como dois homens indo braço-dado.
Sonolento revolvo omnisciências,
Turbulentamente estagnado.

Mas, lento, vago, emerjo de meu dois.
Disperto. Enfim: sou um, na realidade.
Espreguiço-me. Estou bem... Porquê depois,
De quê, esta vaga saudade?"


Fernando Pessoa

Simplesmente...

Autopsicografia

O poeta é um fingidor.
Finge tão completamente
Que chega a fingir que é dor
A dor que deveras sente.

E os que leem o que escreve,
Na dor lida sentem bem,
Não as duas que ele teve,
Mas só a que eles não têm.

E assim nas calhas de roda
Gira a entreter a razão,
Esse comboio de corda
que se chama o coração.

(Fernando Pessoa)

Pra que chorar...

"Pra que chorar
Se o sol já vai raiar
Se o dia vai amanhecer
Pra que sofrer
Se a lua vai nascer
É só o sol se pôr
Pra que chorar
Se existe amor
A questão é só de dar
A questão é só de dor

Quem não chorou
Quem não se lastimou
Não pode nunca mais dizer
Pra que chorar
Pra que sofrer
Se há sempre um novo amor
Em cada novo amanhecer"

Vinicius de Moraes / Baden Powell