A picture and the thousand words it's worth.

2006-03-29T19:17:00.000-08:00

Eu quero a sina de um artista de cinema

Eu quero a cena onde eu possa brilhar

Um brilho intenso, um desejo, eu quero um beijo

Um beijo imenso, onde eu possa me afogar

Eu quero ser o matador das cinco estrelas

Eu quero ser o Bruce Lee do Maranhão

A Patativa do Norte, eu quero a sorte

Eu quero a sorte de um chofer de caminhão

Pra me danar por essa estrada, mundo afora, ir embora

Sem sair do meu lugar

Pra me danar, por essa estrada, mundo afora, ir embora

Sem sair do meu lugar

Ser o primeiro, ser o rei, eu quero um sonho

Moça donzela, mulher, dama, ilusão

Na minha vida tudo vira brincadeira

A matinê verdadeira, domingo e televisão

Eu quero um beijo de cinema americano

Fechar os olhos fugir do perigo

Matar bandido, prender ladrão

A minha vida vai virar novela

Eu quero amor, eu quero ama

rEu quero o amor de Lisbela

Eu quero o mar e o sertão

Eu quero amor, eu quero amar

Eu quero o amor de Lisbela

Eu quero o mar e o sertão

(Los Hermanos - Lisbela)

2006-03-23T17:43:00.000-08:00

"Sunrise"

Norah Jones

Sunrise, sunrise

Looks like mornin' in your eyes

But the clocks held 9:15 for hours

Sunrise, sunrise

Couldn't tempt us if it tried

'Cause the afternoon's already come and gone

And I said hoo...

To you

Surprise, surprise

Couldn't find it in your eyes

But I'm sure it's written all over my face

Surprise, surprise

Never something I could hide

When I see we made it through another day

And I said hoo...

To you

Now good night

Throw its cover down

On me again

Ooh and if I'm right

It's the only way

To bring me back

Hoo...

To you

Hoo...

2006-03-21T17:46:00.000-08:00

Tout le monde est une drôle de personne,

Et tout le monde a l'âme emmêlée,

Tout le monde a de l'enfance qui ronronne,

Au fond d'une poche oubliée,

Tout le monde a des restes de rêves,

Et des coins de vie dévastés,

Tout le monde a cherché quelque chose un jour,

Mais tout le monde ne l'a pas trouvé,

Mais tout le monde ne l'a pas trouvé.

Il faudrait que tout le monde réclame auprès des autorités,

Une loi contre toute notre solitude,

Que personne ne soit oublié,

Et que personne ne soit oublié

Tout le monde a une seule vie qui passe,

Mais tout le monde ne s'en souvient pas,

J'en vois qui la plient et même qui la cassent,

Et j'en vois qui ne la voient même pas,

Et j'en vois qui ne la voient même pas.

Il faudrait que tout le monde réclame auprès des autorités,

Une loi contre toute notre indifférence,

Que personne ne soit oublié,

Et que personne ne soit oublié.

Tout le monde est une drôle de personne,

Et tout le monde a une âme emmêlée,

Tout le monde a de l'enfance qui résonne,

Au fond d'une heure oubliée,

Au fond d'une heure oubliée.

2006-03-20T15:28:00.000-08:00

"All At Sea"

(Jamie Cullum)

I'm all at sea

Where no-one can bother me

Forgot my roots

If only for a day

Just me and my thoughts sailing far away

Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul

Please just leave me right here on my own

Later on you could spend some time with meIf you want to

All at sea

I'm all at sea

Where no-one can bother me

I sleep by myself

I drink on my own

Don't speak to nobody

I gave away my phone

Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul

Please just leave me right here on my own

Later on you could spend some time with meIf you want to

All at sea

Now I need you more than ever,

I need you more than ever, now

You don't need it every day

But sometimes don't you just crave

To disappear within your mind

You never know what you might find

So come and spend some time with me

We will spend it all at sea

Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul

Please just leave me right here on my own

Later on you could spend some time with me

If you want to

All at sea

2006-03-19T17:41:00.000-08:00

One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;

so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something everyday. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these things will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

-Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.