Mostrando postagens com marcador Bob Dylan. Mostrar todas as postagens
Mostrando postagens com marcador Bob Dylan. Mostrar todas as postagens

segunda-feira, 4 de fevereiro de 2008

Blowin' In The Wind

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“Lá em cima, na cabana, o velho estava dormindo de novo, com o rosto escondido no monte de jornais velhos que lhe serviam de almofada. O garoto estava sentado a seu lado, observando-o. O velho sonhava com leões."

O Velho e o Mar
Ernest Hemingway

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Easter Egg: Smacko, Ed
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. Blowin' In The Wind .
. Bob Dylan .


How many roads must a man walk down,
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail,
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes and how many times must cannonballs fly,
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

Yes and how many years can a mountain exist,
Before it's washed to the sea
Yes and how many years can some people exist,
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes and how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretend that he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Yes and how many times must a man look up,
Before he can see the sky?
Yes and how many ears must one man have,
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes and how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
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Tradução
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Porque a última milha tem que ser tão longa??
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sexta-feira, 25 de janeiro de 2008

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Essa foto foi tirada as 4:46h de hoje... O meu hoje ainda é o ontem. Entendeu? Nem eu.
Acho bom o patrão estar bonzinho hoje ou vai sobrar pra ele...


Bem... hoje, ou eu escrevia aqui ou fazia a barba que eu não fiz ontem... Eu fiz a barba.


E acho que a minha vizinha da frente também fez. Achei a cara dela menos peluda quando passei lá fora. Ou fui eu que fiquei mais míope... vai saber...








. Mr. Tambourine Man .
. Bob Dylan .


Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jungle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jungle morning I'll come followin' you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jungle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly acrossthe sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jungle morning I'll come followin' you.

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand wavingfree,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jungle morning I'll come followin' you...







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