"Se o sonho acabou, tenta não esquecer, a gente fez ele acontecer..." Charles Master

JBJ Every word is a piece of my heart

I've been starting at the page
For what seemed like days
I guess I put this one off for a while
Did i see a tear fall from your eyes
Or did you laugh so hard that you cried
When i served my secrets on a silver tray to you
Hey now, I guess the nights just bringin me down

There's no love, there's no hate
I left them there for you to take
But, know that every word was a piece of my heart

You've been the blood in my veins
The only one who knows my middle name
And the smiles, they came easy 'cause of you
You know that I love you, but I hate you
'Cause I know that I can never escape you
Let the choir sing tonight I'm an easy mark
Hey now, am I acting just a little too proud

There's no love, there's no hate
I left them there for you to take
But know that every word was a piece of my heart
Have I said too much
Maybe i haven't said enough
But know that every word was a piece of my heart

Hush me darling, maybe I've lost my touch
Mayve I've lost my guts-there is that truth enough
Hey now, hey now

You know these love letters mix with whiskey
Just don't light a match when you kiss me
Though I'll blow away, you know I'll be back soon
Hey now, Hey now, Hey now
Am I talking just a little too loud

There's no love, there's no hate
I left them there for you to take
But know that every word was a piece of my heart
Have I said too much
Maybe I haven't said enough
But know that every word was a piece of my heart
Hey now, am I talking just a little too proud
Hey now, maybe the night's just bringin me down

By Jon Bon Jovi

Cuando voy al trabajo

Cuando voy al trabajo
pienso en ti,
por las calles del barrio
pienso en ti,
cuando miro los rostros
tras el vidrio empañado
sin saber quienes son, donde van.
Pienso en ti,
mi vida, pienso en ti.
En ti, compañera de mis días
y del porvenir
de las horas amargas
y la dicha de poder vivir,
laborando el comienzo de una historia
sin saber el fin.

Cuando el turno termina
y la tarde va
estirando su sombra
por el tijeral
y al volver de la obra
discutiendo entre amigos
razonando cuestiones
de este tiempo y destino,
pienso en ti
mi vida, pienso en ti.
En ti, compañera de mis días
y del porvenir
de las horas amargas
y la dicha de poder vivir,
laborando el comienzo de una historia
sin saber el fin.

Cuando llego a la casa
estas ahí,
y amarramos los sueños...
Laborando el comienzo de una historia
sin saber el fin.

Victor Jara

"Nunca se está sozinho, por mais que doa,
Em algum momento vc encontrará um amigo."

Será que eu vou virar bolor?

Hoje eu percebi
Que venho me apegando às coisas
Materiais que me dão prazer
O que é isso, meu amor?
Será que eu vou morrer de dor
O que é isso, meu amor?
Será que eu vou virar bolor?
Venho me apegando ao passado
E em ter você ao meu lado
Não gosto do Alice Cooper
Onde é que está meu rock'n'roll?
Eu acho, eu vou voltar pra Cantareira
Venho me apagando aos meus sonhos
E à minha velha motocicleta
Não gosto do pessoal da Nasa
Cadê meu disco voador?
Onde é que está meu rock?
Onde é que está meu rock'n'roll?

Por Arnaldo Baptista, do album LOKI

"Amor, então,
também, acaba?
Não, que eu saiba.
O que eu sei
é que se transforma
numa matéria-prima
que a vida se encarrega
de transformar em raiva.
Ou em rima."

Paulo Leminski

"You may find out that your self doubts
means nothing was ever there
You can't go forcing something
if it's just not right..."
Billie Joe