tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328608092273562022.post5142031298276397533..comments2023-08-14T07:52:07.920-07:00Comments on Ressurgência Icamiaba: Engenheiros do HawaiDeborah Kietzmann Goldemberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08560010660912733139noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328608092273562022.post-40039203025381589002008-10-15T07:16:00.000-07:002008-10-15T07:16:00.000-07:00Alone Again Or (1967)It's all right, I won't forge...Alone Again Or (1967)<BR/><BR/>It's all right, I won't forget, <BR/>All the times I have waited patiently for you.<BR/>You will do just what you choose to do<BR/>And I will be alone again tonight.<BR/><BR/>I heard a funny thing, Somebody said to me<BR/>“You know, I could be in love with almost everyone<BR/>I think that people are the greatest fun”.<BR/><BR/>I will be alone again tonight my dear.<BR/><BR/>Love, de “Forever Changes”Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328608092273562022.post-30410869022175589022008-10-10T13:26:00.000-07:002008-10-10T13:26:00.000-07:00Só pra constar. Te encontrei no domingo passado nu...Só pra constar. Te encontrei no domingo passado num bar na esquina da frei caneca com outra rua q eu não sei o nome... E disse q ia aparecer por aqui. Ou seja, vim "cumprir a promessa"!! rs<BR/>Muito bom te conhecer, tá! Vc pegou meu telefone? Se não pegou eu passo por email... É só dar um sinal. Bjo!bia vianahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07276926112281909144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2328608092273562022.post-89432608704835935352008-10-09T12:27:00.000-07:002008-10-09T12:27:00.000-07:00Este é um poema muito lindo. A emoção está a mesma...Este é um poema muito lindo. A emoção está a mesma que neste poema - esta é a canção a mais bonita escrita nunca.<BR/><BR/>Night swimming<BR/><BR/>Night swimming deserves a quiet night.<BR/>The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,<BR/>Turned around backwards so the windshield shows.<BR/>Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse.<BR/>Still, it's so much clearer.<BR/>I forgot my shirt at the water's edge.<BR/>The moon is low tonight.<BR/><BR/>Night swimming deserves a quiet night.<BR/>I'm not sure all these people understand.<BR/>It's not like years ago,<BR/>The fear of getting caught,<BR/>Of recklessness and water.<BR/>They cannot see me naked.<BR/>These things, they go away,<BR/>Replaced by everyday.<BR/><BR/>Night swimming, remembering that night.<BR/>September's coming soon.<BR/>I'm pining for the moon.<BR/>And what if there were two<BR/>Side by side in orbit<BR/>Around the fairest sun?<BR/>That bright, tight forever drum<BR/>Could not describe night swimming.<BR/><BR/>You, I thought I knew you.<BR/>You I cannot judge.<BR/>You, I thought you knew me,<BR/>this one laughing quietly underneath my breath.<BR/>Night swimming.<BR/><BR/>The photograph reflects,<BR/>Every streetlight a reminder.<BR/>Night swimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night.<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>Night swimming<BR/><BR/>Night swimming deserves a quiet night.<BR/>The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,<BR/>Turned around backwards so the windshield shows.<BR/>Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse.<BR/>Still, it's so much clearer.<BR/>I forgot my shirt at the water's edge.<BR/>The moon is low tonight.<BR/><BR/>Night swimming deserves a quiet night.<BR/>I'm not sure all these people understand.<BR/>It's not like years ago,<BR/>The fear of getting caught,<BR/>Of recklessness and water.<BR/>They cannot see me naked.<BR/>These things, they go away,<BR/>Replaced by everyday.<BR/><BR/>Night swimming, remembering that night.<BR/>September's coming soon.<BR/>I'm pining for the moon.<BR/>And what if there were two<BR/>Side by side in orbit<BR/>Around the fairest sun?<BR/>That bright, tight forever drum<BR/>Could not describe night swimming.<BR/><BR/>You, I thought I knew you.<BR/>You I cannot judge.<BR/>You, I thought you knew me,<BR/>this one laughing quietly underneath my breath.<BR/>Night swimming.<BR/><BR/>The photograph reflects,<BR/>Every streetlight a reminder.<BR/>Night swimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night.<BR/><BR/>Michael StipeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com