Gostas do que a Vida te mostra?

Tens a Vida que esperavas?

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Diana Ross - Do You Know Where You're Going To

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Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you?
Where are you going to? do you know?
Do you get what you're hoping for?
When you look behind you there's no open door
What are you hoping for?
Do you know?

Once we were standing still in time
Chasing the fantasies that filled our minds
You knew i loved you, but my spirit was free
Laughing at the question that you once ask me

Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you?
Where are you going to? do you know?

Now, looking back in all we pass
We've let so many dreams just slip through our hands
Why must we wait so long before we see
How sad the answers to those questions can be?

Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you?
Where are you going to? do you know?
Do you get what you're hoping for?
When you look behind you there's no open door
What are you hoping for? do you know?

Gerry Goffin & Michael Masser, Do You Know Where You're Going To

Yuri Gagarin no Espaço - Foi há 50 Anos!

Hoje comemora-se o 50º Aniversário do primeiro Ser Humano no Espaço:

Yuri Gagarin, então com 27 anos, a bordo da Vostok 1.

Yuri esteve em órbita durante 108 minutos.

"I see Earth! it is so beautiful!"



Yuri Gagarin

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Certa vez houve uma inundação numa imensa floresta. O choro das nuvens que deveriam promover a vida dessa vez anunciou a morte. Os grandes animais bateram em retirada fugindo do afogamento, deixando até os filhos para trás. Devastavam tudo o que estava à frente. Os animais menores seguiam seus rastros. De repente uma pequena andorinha, toda ensopada, apareceu na contramão procurando a quem salvar.

”As hienas viram a atitude da andorinha e ficaram admiradíssimas. Disseram: ’Você é louca! O que poderá fazer com um corpo tão frágil?’. Os abutres bradaram: ’Utópica! Veja se enxerga a sua pequenez!’. Por onde a frágil andorinha passava, era ridicularizada. Mas, atenta, procurava alguém que pudesse resgatar. Suas asas batiam fatigadas, quando viu um filhote de beija-flor debatendo-se na água, quase se entregando. Apesar de nunca ter aprendido a mergulhar, ela se atirou na água e com muito esforço pegou o diminuto pássaro pela asa esquerda. E bateu em retirada, carregando o filhote no bico.

”Ao retornar, encontrou outras hienas, que não tardaram a declarar: ’Maluca! Está querendo ser heroína!’. Mas não parou; muito fatigada, só descansou após deixar o pequeno beija-flor em local seguro. Horas depois, encontrou as hienas embaixo de uma sombra. Fitando-as nos olhos, deu a sua resposta: ’Só me sinto digna das minhas asas se eu as utilizar para fazer os outros voarem’.”

Sejam dignos das suas asas. É na insignificância que se conquistam os grandes significados, é na pequenez que se realizam os grandes atos.

Augusto cury, O vendedor de Sonhos

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Fernando Alves em Sinais, hoje de manhã na TSF.

Vale a pena ouvir.

AQUI

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"People I know, places I go, make me feel tongue-tied
I can see how people look down, they're on the inside
here's where the story ends
people I see, weary of me showing my good side
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
here's where the story ends
ooh here's where the story ends

it's that little souvenir of a terrible year
which makes my eyes feel sore
oh I never should have said, the books that you read
were all I loved you for
it's that little souvenir of a terrible year
which makes me wonder why
and it's the memories of your shed that make me turn red
surprise, surprise, surprise

crazy I know, places I go
make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
oh here's where the story ends
ooh here's where the story ends

it's that little souvenir of a terrible year
which makes my eyes feel sore
and who ever would've thought the books that you brought
were all I loved you for
oh the devil in me said, go down to the shed
I know where I belong
but the only thing I ever really wanted to say
was wrong, was wrong, was wrong

it's that little souvenir of a colourful year
which makes me smile inside
so I cynically, cynically say, the world is that way
surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise
here's where the story ends
ooh here's where the story ends"

Sundays, "Here's Where The Story Ends"

The Sundays - Here's Where The Story Ends