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AMORePOESIA|AMOR&POESIA_70 Episode
Mais um podcast saindo quentinho do forno... Neste novo podcast apresento, logo na primeira parte do programa, as poesias mais recentes que escrevi. Na segunda, trago o carioca Vinícius de Morais e o amazonense Thiago de Mello. Vinícius nos chega com A Brusca Poesia da Mulher Amada e Thiago de Mello com Aprendizagem Amarga e Janela do Amor Imperfeito, ambas do livro "Faz Escuro Mas Eu Canto".Vejam só... Eu, rodeado destes dois ícones da cultura brasileira e mundial, fiquei cheio de dúvidas se devia ou não publicar as minhas poesias. Mas aí falou mais forte a emoção e, ao consultar o coração, resolvi publica-las... Eis então que vos apresento Um Piano Na Noite, Flor do Dia, Ao Luar, Estrela, Com Carinho, Lá Vai Um Menino, Dê, Carmen - que se foi tão jovem ainda..., A Nave Vai, CAMILA (Acróstico).Músicas: Kiss From a Rose (versões: instrumental e acústica) - Seal; Tema de amor de Romeu e Julieta - Kissing You (instrumental); Vento de Maio - Elis Regina e Lô Borges; Titanic Symphony do CD Love Themes - Richard Clayderman; My Heart Will Go On - Celine Dion. Encerro o podcast com a linda e apaixonada First Day Of My Life - Melanie C. Kiss From A Rose - Seal There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.You became the light on the dark side of me.Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.But did you know,That when it snows,My eyes become large andThe light that you shine can be seen.Baby,I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.Ooh,The more I get of you,Stranger it feels, yeah.And now that your rose is in bloom.A light hits the gloom on the grey.There is so much a man can tell you,So much he can say.You remain,My power, my pleasure, my pain, babyTo me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?But did you know,That when it snows,My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.Baby,I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.Ooh, the more I get of youStranger it feels, yeahNow that your rose is in bloom,A light hits the gloom on the grave.I've been kissed by a rose on the grave,I've been kissed by a rose (on the grave)I've been kissed by a rose on the grave,...And if I should fall along the wayI've been kissed by a rose...been kissed by a rose on the grave.There is so much a man can tell you,So much he can say.You remainMy power, my pleasure, my pain.To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeahWon't you tell me is that healthy, baby.But did you know,That when it snows,My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.Baby,I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave.Ooh, the more I get of youStranger it feels, yeahNow that your rose is in bloom,A light hits the gloom on the grave.Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the graveOoh, the more I get of youStranger it feels, yeahAnd now that your rose is in bloomA light hits the gloom on the graveNow that your rose is in bloom,A light hits the gloom on the grave.
[ Wed, 25 Mar 2009 18:10:27 PDT ]
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