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terça-feira, 2 de setembro de 2008
"Farewell my Summer love", Michael Jackson (tributo)
Oooh,
Farewell my Summer love, farewell
Girl I won't forget you,
Farewell, my Summer love, farewell, ooh
I found my happiest days,
When you came to see your grandma in May
I bumped into you by the corner store
I told you that you sure looked good, now
Your grandma's house was next to mine
We were together most of the time
But Summer's gotten away from us
Time's moving too fast for us
(Bye, bye)
Don't turn around
'Cause you might see me cry
Farewell my Summer love, farewell
Girl I won't forget you
Farewell, my Summer love, farewell, ooh, yeah
When you return to your hometown
And you discuss your trip
Will I be the guy that you put down
Or someone that you don't forget, no?
I'll never forget you
And maybe next year
When you're out of school
You'll return, but until you do, baby
(Bye, bye)
Don't turn around
You might see me cry
Farewell my Summer love, farewell
Girl I won't forget you
Farewell, my Summer love, farewell, yeah
Oooh
Farewell, farewell
Oooh,
Farewell, farewell
If you remember my name,
(Drop a line)
Drop a line sometime, yeah
Yeah, ooh
Girl I won't forget you
Farewell my Summer love, farewell
Girl I won't forget you
When you return to your hometown
And you discuss your trip
Will I be the guy that you put down
Or someone that you don't forget, no?
I'll never forget you
And maybe next year
When you're out of school
You'll return, but until you do, baby
(Bye, bye)
Don't turn around
You might see me cry
Farewell, my Summer love, farewell, oohh, yeah
Farewell, my Summer love, farewell
Etiquetas:
Amor de Verão,
Melancolia,
Michael Jackson,
Música,
Ruptura,
Saudade
domingo, 25 de maio de 2008
"Senhora, partem tão tristes", João Roiz de Castelo Branco
Senhora, partem tão tristes
meus olhos por vós, meu bem,
que nunca tão tristes vistes
outros nenhuns por ninguém.
Tão tristes, tão saudosos,
tão doentes da partida,
tão cansados, tão chorosos,
da morte mais desejosos
cem mil vezes que da vida.
Partem tão tristes os tristes,
tão fora d’esperar bem,
que nunca tão tristes vistes
outros nenhuns por ninguém.
João Roiz de Castelo Branco
(séc. XV)
Sublime!...
meus olhos por vós, meu bem,
que nunca tão tristes vistes
outros nenhuns por ninguém.
Tão tristes, tão saudosos,
tão doentes da partida,
tão cansados, tão chorosos,
da morte mais desejosos
cem mil vezes que da vida.
Partem tão tristes os tristes,
tão fora d’esperar bem,
que nunca tão tristes vistes
outros nenhuns por ninguém.
João Roiz de Castelo Branco
(séc. XV)
Sublime!...
Etiquetas:
... Poesia,
Amor,
Dor,
Saudade
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