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i'm looking for words i've got no special criteria, just words any assortment of words will do it could be a love letter or a shampoo flask label anything from postcards to christian leaflets or warrants or junk mail i'm looking for words to explain in little detail it could be a manual for your new dvd player or "stay away"-like sign anything, really, it's fine i want words from books and

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i want it dubious and devious, at the edge of of the euphoria falling into delusion i want it broken and mended knees swollen and bend it's the only way to feel the ground when you are face to face on it ass to the moon, drowning in blurred thoughts as the blood runs down to your head i want it to be absurd and true to hit them all in the guts a hypnotic mixture of fear and curiosity i

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Posso estar do lado errado nunca me sentir por dentro mas quero ficar perto de voce meu bem, vai ser um charme viver a vida de alguem como nos dois Pode ate chover de tarde pode chover o dia inteiro e o vento derrubar o varal pequena a gente nao esquenta e fica em casa de pijama Se a gente nao sair de casa a gente nao morre de tedio eu conto uma piada pra voce neo e que vai ter graca mesmo a

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New year didn't arrive for the men on the groceries shop and today's just a day off there are hangover tabs by the bed burst condom shells and no water at all New year never came anymore, since i was 12 it's always been a loop of mishaps and bad faces and i was trying to kill my parents with my grades New year was again some kind of calendar skip it was december 31st and when i woke up

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when i see all light and let me try one more time and harder! let me try it now when i see across the gates of silky glass, and windows are not but a poor attempt to eyes i hear in my head the marching band one hundred men singing and singing again that every single one of them only want everybody to get stoned when i look and see around me so much life there is laying around to be kissed

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Christmas is a time that leaves nobody alone. You can be an asshole all year long, but at christmas time you have to be nice and cool and gentle with everybody. You HAVE to even if you don't want to. It's a time that does not accept honesty, except if you honestly think it's best to just go with the flow to avoid fights with family and friends. Ah, and of course the presents. A berserking

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Era como se um caco de vidro tivesse se alojado no meu peitoUm estilhaço, um pedaço do seu mau-jeito, havia tempoNo início só havia medo até o dia que eu quis acordar cedoMadruguei no escuro do quarto vazioFunciona assim: você sempre fogeMas ainda é parte de mimNa roda da fortuna faço tantas apostas falidasQue te espero em vão mergulhado num mar de esperanças perdidasConto o tempo nos

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Nada mais que Devaneios: O autismo, as novas-velhas revoluções e o tempo: Há algumas semanas atrás participei de uma palestra sobre Autismo (isso faz parte da minha agenda aqui no Camphill, e aliás preciso escrever...

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dialogos διάλογος: Algum tempo depois...: Uma das coisas que tenho aprendido sobre eu mesma é que levo algum tempo pra processar as idéias e dar forma a elas. Acredito que esse seja ...

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I'm not waiting on some god to save my soul before i even try to fix my life So i wouldn't have to think about my sins or people i have hurt So i wouldn't have to think about my sins or people i have hurt I've been rejecting love i  saved up so much love to give i had got no more room to spare Will you concede me redemption if i give up my heart Will you think is desperation as try to

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Todos os poetas já queimaram suas penas Nada mais tem qualquer valor Tudo já foi dito, explicado e reescrito Tudo já foi editado e corrigido por cada editor Essas notas nao pagam pelo meu servico E é por isso que eu odeio canções de amor Todas as ideias já foram compradas e vendidas E os telefones já pararam de tocar Há túmulos abertos em plena avenida Há empresários famintos pelas esquinas

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Pela manha as sete e trincaoutra sonora pergunta pintauma parede de janelas pavorosasonde o dia se espreme cor de rosa:Lembra quando ser adulto era so uma brincadeira?Pela praca na avenidacom jardins sem cor nem vidaonde arvores sao estatuasnatureza morta em magoasPassas tres da madrugada sem estrelasOutras telas pintam quadrosonde os desastres diariossao noticia ao meio diasao um balde de

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  people buy and sell postcards with pictures of countries at war but i should say better, they're being tore apart by someone having war at them elected enemies die in holes the world's security looks for new foes tv broadcast more war shows you better watch your arse you may be next so you better watch your step when you walk on shells of eggs which rather be walked upon, and that's

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There we go again on our crusade, our witch hunt.Gadaffi's dead, Sadam is dead, Bin Laden is dead. Watch your heads folks coz the world is gonna need another number one enemy to kill and entertain the reporters. And when Uncle Sam come looking for the next, nothing will stop him. Borders don't matter, country's sovereignty don't matter. They're gonna bomb your home, steal your resources,

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Like the stars in the universe, you're gonna need that strenght to put yourself together tight enough to shine At the speed of light, living ten lifetimes is meaningless compared to the blink of an eye But try to remember once you burn yourself away be prepared to leave a thousand worlds in the dark

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And every  house has antennas on every antenna sits a bird and every bird's eye sparkles as they look from high above at you, who try to salvage love that's spilled all over the street just like oil and blood after a car crash, and they all fly off as you insist that if one can love for both it can't be over But as you let your hopes fall aside and you flee into the woods i don't follow you

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there was no goodbye or even farewell just 'that's it?' and 'that's it' so much love within but it couldn't go to just anyone so nobody's love could get in how come she would never notice when the only thing she got was just tenderness and attention there was indeed some passion though which was strong enough to maskerade misfeelings and winter nights were hot and flesh and sweat and

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sthall we never live each other's live for we'll walk the same road from the day we meet 'till our paths finally split shall we never live our very same lives all over again from the day we're born until we die are we bound to just wait sitting in one place like cigarettes in an ashtray burning our lives away until we burn our butts one day i took my bag and hit the road to change my life i

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se durmo acordadosão teus os meus sonhosse abro meus lábiose os olhos tristonhosàs vezes paixãosó não é motivote amo assimdesse meu jeito antigoàs vezes reparona estranha friezado teu riso docee fico sem jeitonão sei bem dizernão sei como explicarte olho e vocêrouba todo meu ar - refrãoe se amanhã ou depoisrestarmos só nós doiseu canto essa canção e sóàs vezes não seicomo tratar teu gênioe o

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there was a cat on the roof a tap when we last spook they hired and wired and lawned the mow nights overhead when i should have instead met audrey hepburn in a night gown there was a mile and a half a head a many an hour to shed a sweat the day was shiny whity brighty and godiva rode on her mustang showing off her birthday suit and a million-watt smile photographers stood and everybody

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winter is coming again to ease my pain to chhill my brain to crack my bones my perfect reason my favourite excuse to stay home it's when the nights are long when i like most singing songs in the night to remind there is light in the cold to make the lovers get close winter is coming again and joy breaks into my heart and notes pop out of my mind and shrills run all over the place and a smile

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I get tired of my own thoughts trying to forget, to chill out I search for happiness on the remote control But it's useless I know This inner hollow is sending me a call Although my teeth are all about to fall I order answers and chips to go But it's fruitless I know They come up with the bill I try to get them bills I look for vouchers but they are too old Everything I do seems out of mind

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I don't know why my life is such a mess You making it so hard, my mind is stressed Thinking only of you both day and night An even when you're here it still ain't right Climbing up your bed is walking straight into a trap How far can you bend me before i finally snap You trying to push me to the limit No matter how I play this game, I ain't gonna win it Rolling down the river but

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Turn on the lights Jars and bottles sitting on the table it's for you alone You shut the doors, and twist the lock How safe does it feel to lock yourself away? People sitting at the table, just your memories jumping out Ghosts that make yourself unable to avoid your heart From crumbling down Just gray and brown You move the chair and there's four spots of how life was before You look around

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the hypochondriac in the private clinic he talks to the grinning doctor says he doesn't want to be test drive to the apprenticeship of his daughter and bullies bring in the joker they nail him to the wall and screw license plates to his face but the joker is the one who laughs i'm on my knees cause i'm to blame but it's all fun and games as long as someone gets hurt and you don't take the

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"Poucos dias depois... "Cellphone toca: 'Oi?' "'Oi, filho [que na verdade eh neto, mas tai uma outra historia}, td bem?' "'Tudo como vc tah?' [Agora um sorriso de orelha/orelha, contente 'Caralho', penso,'que bacana, faz tanto tempo que naum nos falamos!'] "'Ah, to bem, e vc?', 'To bem tb, Perai, filho que eu tenho alguem aqui que quer falar com vc' ['fala com ele aqui, menina' afastado do

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c'mon arrest me now i'm asking you no, you won't not in front of everybody you're gonna track me down right back to my lair where you can fix me up and bring me down there the night will shush your mind into nothingness and glass-like wires which will wrap you up on burning stars they will record your madness these optic fibers transmitting your register silent a blank page a clean

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Nada mais que Devaneios: Se um outro mundo é possível...: "Ontem eu participei de uma conversa muito interessante com meus flatmates que me deixou em estado de excitação mental. Milhões de pensament..."

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"What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?" Bob Dylan I walk up to her and say hello She couldn't help but fall off her high heels It's been a whaile, how are you keeping she said I couldn't help but sigh deep My blood ran fast, she had a laugh D'you chew your tongue, 7 years, you don't talk? I stood there still lookin' trough Seeing my past in black and white We had a walk down

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Mais uma vez me vejo diante desse rótulo estúpido dado ao brasileiro em terras além mar. E pior: criado pela ignorância aparentemente ingênua, porem sem vergonha e cheia de presunção do próprio brasileiro. Obeservo esta manhã minha namorada navegando em seu Facebook até que esta deparou-se com uma coisa do tipo "Buteco Brasileiro". Até aí tudo bem. Até porque, frustantemente para a maioria das

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Uma pergunta? Uma resposta. Com mais umas Três linhas, virgula, Escrevo poesia.

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Come to watch her raise And watch me die She will bite my name She will make you cry Don't you cry Don't you die on me Don't you lie Don't you fight for me For those who fall Crusade or Jihad are all the same Don`t you call any father To pray or to blame This is pretty much like that I've been talkin' about You think you hear orders They just think aloud You obey

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How much of your life do you spend staring at me? Where did time go? We don`t know, we don`t know But time`s forgotten us I know this for sure Today is so lovely Weather`s so nice Clouds go on calmly As the sky looks like The sweet piece of time That keepsone so pleased of life Maybe he left to meet fate Maybe they went to other space To sit at the bar and chit-chat Childish and careless about

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Stop weeping if you got caught into the crossfire lost bullets don`t kill, they don`t harm anybody they`re shooting in blanks but you didn`t get shot lost bullets are not trouble but the ones you could have caught when you were a kid you had a great fight at school you wanted to impress some girl, to look cool back home your ma beat you up your dad gave you a bash her because you got in trouble

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O anel que tu me desteEra vidro e não quebrouO que contraria a estatísticaDe que todo amor de vidroÉ transparente e dura poucoMas se um dia se quebrarSerá apenas mais um anelEntre muitos que quebraramTrincaram, racharam turvaramEsfarelaram e viraram cerolQue o nosso amor vire o cerolQue rasga o céu de tom cinzentoAs linhas dos aviões comerciaisOs fios dos postes, as estradasA linha do horizonte

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oivi dizer que amanhecer é uma derrotae se deus não é cruel, esse mundo é o infernoimposto de renda dívida externacrise global escola do meninourologista domingo de praiacasas bahia engarrafamentoloja banco escritóriotelevisão condução café expressocigarros almoço cervejadinheiro família dinheiro carreira dinheiro faltadinheiro ganhar dinheiro gastar dinheiro guardardinheiro dinheiro dinheiro

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Ele bate uma carteira ele corre atrás da bola acabou a brincadeira Vai descolar uma cola ele pula, ele corre dá um gato, dá o fora pede um troco, dá um grito toma um soco, olha o tiro! é polícia é juizado é traficante é viciado é prostituta é aleijado eles riem da desgraça brilham noite e canivete pros que têm mãe é criança pros que têm medo é pivete um diz que tem namoradinha outro as mãos

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Peggy was a girl Like I never seen before Her Ma is a hippie She still has dreadlocks Her Pa was a crook His rap gone off the top And Peggy used to talk About getting engaged She said a man was tough If he bore a woman's rage Peggy was well read She had then degree She knew about politics She knew the do-re-mi She got a well paid job Down on Grafton Street She said she was unhappy Had a

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Recebi o seguinte desabafo por e-mail... "TROQUE UM PARLAMENTAR POR 344 PROFESSORES...e aí sim teremos um Brasil melhor, + politizado, + consciente, menos dependente de programas assistenciais e com um povo menos omisso)Prezado amigo: Bom dia!Sou professor de Física, de ensino médio de uma escola pública em uma cidade do interior da Bahia e gostaria de expor a você o meu salário bruto mensal: R

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Janelas miram o nada,Mas refletem o interior.Se um carro passarMais de uma vez é rotina.Sete horas todos correm;Mas ele vira na cama.Oito horas todos pegam no batente;Ele ainda está no banho,E entra às nove horasSem remorso do atraso.Rotina é triste mesmo.Gabriel CaetanoPublicado no Recanto das Letras em 06/08/2007

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Ô Rosa! Levanta pra fazer um café pretoQue hoje o dia tá bonito demaisOlha o azul do céuSó mesmo no castanho do seus olhos Pra aliviar o cinza da cidade de São PauloA gente conta os dias pra chegar o fim do mêsFalta dinheiro uma semana e mais uma conduçãoÔ Rosa ajeita minha mochilaPra eu levar minha quentinhaQue na hora do almoçoVai lembrar a cervejinhaDo boteco da esquinaUm punhado de arrozUmas

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Riding anywhere now What would be closerThan that place you call homeBut there is no direction to youExcept green signs and yellow lightsNothing moves at nightAnd you still feel cold and bitterThem it comes up to youWhat´s your life butA fancy fashion magazineAnd nobody is gonna ready itNobody is gonna follow your empty trends'Cause them editorial pages are all blankAnd the photographer bears no

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There are flying guitars and broken dreamsWhile these birds they singFor money and smokes, big guns, and shotsTo settle them down and buy them wedding ringsIs there any way to make new tunes?Who's imagining all my thoughtsWho's the smart-ass when I let'em thinkThat I let'em thinkI'm gonna let them pull the strings on my guitarThere are flying guitars and broken dreamswhile these birds they

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peço apenas paz a duras penas peças do jogo de chá do rei do mundo enquanto isso afundo no sonho imundo de uma barata, um rato e o barato é o mais caro desse lado do equador peço ao menos ter um mundo ameno ter e não perder sem depender de um país distante mas não se espante a estante está cheia de malucos como eu e como dizem os malucos como eu como poeira na beira da br porque ser louco

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Touro flamenco de aço e concretoFlores lançadas ao chãoMostra o valor de um amor abjetoMostra o teu coraçãoMuitos falaram de ouro e progresso -Sonho temporãoEnquanto outros pagavam o preçoDe um pecado vãoVejo mansões no topo de favelasE outros horrores maisVejo o inferno no fundo de igrejasTenebrosas catedraisUm quarto escuro, trancado e seguro -Sonhos e ilusãoVozes clementes, cafetões de mentes

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Walkin' down the street where she could see the moonMen say things that make'er laugh and say "see you soon"She don't care about the cold, she's got her own heatShe gets men goin' crazy gets'em down to her feetIt's now half past 12 she's got stars 'round her headNight is but a child that don't need no careShe moves the world around'er with a single smileMen can look away not ever for a whileWho's

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Quando me amei de verdade, compreendi que em qualquer circunstância, eu estava no lugar certo, na hora certa, no momento exato.E então, pude relaxar.Hoje sei que isso tem nome…Auto-estima.Quando me amei de verdade, pude perceber que minha angústia, meu sofrimento emocional, não passa de um sinal de que estou indo contra minhas verdades.Hoje sei que isso é…Autenticidade.Quando me amei de verdade,

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Encontri isso através do twiter e achei ótimo!O método consiste em:1-Colocar todos os candidatos num galpão2-Disponibilizar 200 tijolos para cada um.3-Não dê orientação alguma sobre o que fazer.4-Tranque-os lá.Após seis horas, volte e verifique o que fizeram.Segue a análise dos resultados:1 - Os que contaram os tijolos, contrate-os como contadores.2 - Os que contaram e em seguida recontaram os

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Estou reassumindo o blog e postando tudo que tenho direito e não tenho. A partir daqui, espero que vocês conheçam meu trabalho, minhas opiniões e espero que gostem. grande abraço a todos!

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Que a força do medo que tenho, não me impeça de ver o que anseio.Que a morte de tudo o que acredito não me tape os ouvidos nem a bocaPorque metade de mim é o que eu grito, mas a outra metade é silêncio.Que a música que eu ouço ao longe, seja linda, ainda que tristezaQue a mulher que eu amo seja pra sempre amada mesmo que distantePorque metade de mim é partida e a outra metade é saudade.Que as

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A música me amaEla me deixa fazê-laA música é uma estrelaDeitada na minha camaEla me chega sem jeitoQuse sem eu perceberQuando dou conta e vou verEla já entrou no meu peitoNo que ela entra a alma saiFica o meu corpo sem vidaVolta depois comovidaE eu nunca soube onde vaiMeu olho dana a brilharMeu dedo corre o papelE a voz repete o cordelQue se derrama do olharQuando termino meu cantoDepois de o

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e a minha vida se fabrica de a a z entre acordes de guitarra e horas de lazer nos passeios pelo centro, nas vitrines coloridas entre os livros que eu tenho e não quero ler entre os livros que eu quero e não posso ter vejo gente parecida comigo que sente a mesma frustração quando chego a cobiçar um disco, viajo na imaginação e chego no playboy que compra um par de tênis que custa meia dúzia

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Marcelo Augusto, filho de OdeteEra um ditoso violeiro no sertãoCom sua viola alucinada Desrevirava as nuvens e rasgava o chãoE viajava de sul a norteE toda sorte de gente vinha pra verQuando chegava, havia festaE o baião comia até amanhecerEssa história veio de longeÉ de um tempo distante que já não seiNaquele tempo Marcelo AugustoCantava a custo de um trocado pra comer:“Durmo com a lua ha

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