"Concedei-me, Senhor, a serenidade necessária
Para aceitar as coisa que não posso modificar.
Coragem para modificar aquelas que posso e
Sabedoria para distingui-las."
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"God grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change;
Courage to change the things I can;
And wisdom to know the difference. "
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Amazing Grace - Judy Collin with Royal Scots Dragoon Guards
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"Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That sav’d a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now I'm found;
Was blind, but now I see.
’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears reliev’d;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believ’d!
Thro’ many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promis’d good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.
Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease;
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who call’d me here below,
Will be forever mine."
John Newton, Amazing Grace, Olney Hymns (London: W. Oliver, 1779)
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"E se alguém disser que você não pode,
rasgue a roupa da alma
solte as amarras da gaiola
abra suas asas coloridas
e simplesmente voe!
Liberte-se das correntes pesadas
que te prendem ao solo
que existem apenas em tua mente
você já nasceu alada,
só precisa acreditar
no vento que sustenta o vôo
no sonho que mantém a leveza
na calma que alimenta a paz
na alma que habita o corpo!
Nem todos conseguem
mas você pode!
Acredite!"
Rose Kareemi Ponce
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'Sunset.
Another sunset.
I know it looks undistinguishable from the last but I remember the difference.'
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Hoje finalmente encontrei este tema!
Só o ouvi uma vez, há vários anos.
E há vários anos que o procurava, mas não sabia o titulo nem o autor.
Mesmo assim, procurei das mais variadas formas. E nada!
Eu sabia que o encontraria.
Nos últimos dias, estava constantemente a lembrar-me dele,
e com a sensação estranhamente boa que o encontraria em breve.
E sim! Foi hoje!
O tema veio ter comigo! Literalmente!
Na Rádio Nostalgia, ao início da noite, na edição da"Idade da inocência" de Luis Ferreira de Almeida.
Eu estava a conduzir, e quando ouvi as primeiras notas e me pareceu o tema que eu tanto procurei,
tive que parar o carro para ouvir! Eu sei, é estranho, mas é verdade!
Foi um momento muito feliz para mim.
Obrigada Rádio Nostalgia!
Obrigada Luis Ferreira de Almeida por ter escolhido precisamente este tema, entre tantos outros,
para homenagear Richard Harris.
'Slides' de Richard Harris!!!
Muito bom. Encontrei-o!
Encontrei-o, finalmente!
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"Morning chaps.
I’d like to welcome you back to the third form of your years,
I trust you’ll thrive in here.
Others in the past have come alive in here.
Happy to say they found their way.
You recall I asked, back when I saw you last,
that you’d consult my list of books
for summer reading.
We’ll go over those and others
you’ll be needing for the coming year, if I’m still here.
I suppose you heard the word that’s going about,
my superiors doubt I’m fit to teach you.
Have a nip before the game and they’ll impeach you.
Forget about the fact that I reach you.
I reach you.
Well, enough of that.
Lets get on with it.
I’ve arranged to show some slides that might amuse you.
And if, of course, you’re bored, then I’ll excuse you.
Though what you’re about to see,
in times of sickness, is my cure,
living well is my best revenge, you can be sure.
This is the Grand Canyon, in the great State of Arizona.
See there, the magnificent blend of all the colours of the rainbow.
It is virtually unphotographable at any given point to so vast.
The Colorado River trickles through its base like a deeply buried brook.
Geologists say that with time and erosion the Pacific Ocean,
some 300 miles West, will one day reach the Canyon and flow through there.
I camped here, see?
Right there.
Oh, what peace I found.
The only sounds I heard were the sounds I made.
No-no, it is true.
And here beyond, on a remote roadside stand,
an Indian boy planted himself arms folded beneath a sign
that said “seashells should lead the world”.
This is a hobo, a dying bread.
A pity.
He claimed that an inheritance fortune
awaited him in a bank back East but he couldn’t care less.
There’s more of them.
The one with the umbrella claimed to be the real Mr. Bojangles.
Sunset.
Another sunset.
I know it looks undistinguishable from the last but I remember the difference.
Vancouver, British Columbia.
I spent some time there at a ski lodge.
Something so healthy and wholesome about skiers.
Like this one.
She always seemed to appear when I took a slip
on the slops where I had no business being.
But I’d look up and there she’d be.
And soon it happen that whenever she’d turned and look up, there I’d be.
The chalet.
Inside there, by a warm fire, is where my mind has want to wander now.
To the scent of pine and the taste of wine.
You’re too young for wine now but make a note of it.
There she is again.
We rented those horses for a day.
See mine? His name was...
Oh what was it now? I forget. Oh yes, it was sugar.
And there’s my friend again.
She looks rather sad there.
It seems that everyday, well, she always had some special plan for us.
And this, this is a beautiful Indian girl.
Look at her!
She and her secret mysterious ways.
The pride of her people.
Our sunshine, the said of her.
This was the road South into Oregon.
This is how logs are transported, long rafts that trail the northwest rivers.
Big Sur, California.
An old Spanish Mission.
Carmel, California.
Those trees seemed frozen against the landscape.
They remind me of a book I once heard of called The Cypresses Believe in God.
This was near the end of my adventure.
The clock in my head told me it was time to leave.
So that I was more concerned with seeing
what I could first hand
rather then rush for the camera.
I find that travelling alone is somehow more realistic then with others.
You find yourself in a new place all alone and you deal with it
as oppose to when you’re with others who are familiar to you
and in a sense shelter you from situations you would otherwise meet head on.
You know what I mean?
Besides, if your loved ones are with you, you have no one to go home to."
Richard Harris, Slides, 1972
Slides - Richard Harris (original album version)
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"
(...)
Lately I just find my mind has turned to dreaming
Making plans and scheming
How I'm gonna get back home
But deep down inside I know its really hopeless
This road I'm on is endless
We climb our mountains all alone
(...)
Old photographs and places I remember
Just like a dying ember
That's burned into my soul
Even though we walk the diamond studded highways
It's the country lanes and byways
That makes us long for home"
Jim Capaldi, Old Photographs
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Jim Capaldi, Old Photographs
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"I've got chills
They're multiplying
And I'm losing control
'Cause the power
You're supplying It's electrifying
(...)
You're the one that I want
The one that I want
The one that I need"
Lo-Fang, You're The One That I Want
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"Arrepias-me
Cada vez mais
E eu estou a perder o controle
Porque o poder que transmites
É eletrizante
(...)
Tu és o que eu quero
O que eu quero
O único que eu preciso"
Lo-Fang, You're The One That I Want
(...)
Qualquer som que fazes é um sussurro no meu ouvido
Eu trocava toda a minha vida apenas por um beijo
Morreria se me tirasses o teu amor
(...)
Não vou dormir até te encontrar
Para te dizer simplesmente que me cortas a respiração
Encontrar-te-ei em qualquer parte aonde vás
Irei até o fim da Terra
Não vou dormir até te encontrar
Para te dizer quando te tiver te encontrado
Amo-te
Queen, "You Take My Breath Away"
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Ooh, ooh, take it take it all away
Ooh, ooh, take my breath away
Ooh, ooh, you take my breath away
Look into my eyes and you'll see I'm the only one
You've captured my love stolen my heart
Changed my life
Every time you make a move you destroy my mind
And the way you touch
I lose control and shiver deep inside
You take my breath away
You can reduce me to tears with a single sigh
Ev'ry breath that you take
Any sound that you make is a whisper in my ear
I could give up all my life for just one kiss
I would surely die if you dismiss me from your love
You take my breath away
So please don't go
Don't leave me here all by myself
I get ever so lonely from time to time
I will find you anywhere you go
I'll be right behind you
Right until the ends of the earth
I'll get no sleep until I find you
To tell you that you just take my breath away
I will find you anywhere you go
Right until the ends of the earth
I'll get no sleep until I find you
To tell you when I've found you
I love you
Queen, "You Take My Breath Away"
Queen, You Take My Breath Away (Live At Hyde Park 1976)
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"A new life
In my soul
And find that I know how to let you go
You go"
Chris Walker, How Do You Heal A Broken Heart
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Chris Walker, How Do You Heal A Broken Heart
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"Tonight I'll hold what could be right
Tomorrow i'll pretend to
Wake and put it all behind me
And find that I know how to let you go"
Chris Walker, How Do You Heal A Broken Heart
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Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass,
it’s about learning to dance in the rain.
Vivian Greene
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"First you break it up, but I knew you'd come running
You'd wanna make it up, I can't hear you no more
Now you know what it's like, and I can watch you begging
Like I was begging to you, like I did before
I can't hear you no more, I can't hear you no more, I won't come running again
I can't hear you no more, no it ain't like before, I'm learning to live again
Ain't I the one who called, when you stood so near me
You didn't hear me then, I can't hear you no more
Now you know what it's like, and I can watch you begging
Like I was begging to you, like I did before
I can't hear you no more, I can't hear you no more, I won't come running again
I can't hear you no more, no it ain't like before
I'm learning to live, learning to live, learning to live again
For too long you played a part, now it's lost the mystery
But no more can I hold on, I'm breaking the chains that tie me, yeah
I can't hear you no more, no it ain't like before
See me walk out the door, I can't hear you no more
I can't hear you no more, I can't hear you no more
I won't come running, I won't come running, I won't come running again
I can't hear you no more, no it ain't like before
See me walk out the door, I can't hear you no more
When you stood so near me, you couldn't even hear me - that's all I should say."
Gerry Goffin/Carole King, I Can't Hear You No More, 1964
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Russ Ballard, I Can't Hear You No More
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Believe I wish you no distress
I wish you only well
I only sensed
That my heart as to move on
I feel so ugly, shy
Perhaps I should hold back
And force me on to lie
Foolish love
Soon will fall apart
Why can't ease
For a sleepless heart
To look at you could ease my pain
Could be enough for me
I've lost myself
As we lost one another
I wonder if you know
The way you reached my heart
And touched my alien soul
Foolish love
Soon will fall apart
Why can't ease
For a sleepless heart
Now
Foolish love
Soon will fall apart
Why can't ease
For a sleepless heart
Now
Soon
Foolish love
Soon will fall apart
Rodrigo Leão
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"Por vezes não se morre por ter-se a alma
pequena, mas morre-se sim quando a alma
é demasiado grande para tanta desigualdade
no enquadramento do mundo."
Padre António Vieira (1608-1697)
... Acredita em Ti!
Faz uso das tuas asas e Voa!
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Vai. Faz. Arrisca. VIVE!
Supera-te.
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"O que me importa
Seu carinho agora
Se é muito tarde
Para amar você
O que me importa
Se você me adora
Se já não há razão
Para lhe querer
O que me importa
Ver você sofrendo assim
Se quando eu lhe quis
Você nem mesmo soube
Dar amor
O que me importa
Ver você chorando
Se tantas vezes
Eu chorei também
O que me importa
Sua voz chamando
Se pra você jamais
Eu fui alguém
O que me importa
Essa tristeza em seu olhar
Se o meu olhar
Tem mais tristezas
Pra chorar
Que o seu
O que me importa
Ver você tão triste
Se triste fui
E você nem ligou
O que me importa
O seu carinho agora
Se para mim
A vida terminou
Terminou
Terminou..."
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O Que Me Importa
Tim Maia
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There's a road that takes me back
There the light has seen your face
To the place where I belong
There at last where I will wander
By the lake where time stands still.
There's a road I see before me
Made by the man who tells the tale
There's a road that travels all ways.
There's a road that's here I see
In the midst of all creation
There's a road for you and me.
Jon Anderson and Vangelis
The Road
Completely, perfectly and incandescently happy...
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P and P - Finale (American Ending)
Darcy: How are you this evening my dear?
Lizzie: Very well. Only I wish you don't call me 'my dear'.
Darcy: Why?
Lizzie: Because it's what my father always calls my mother when he's cross about something...
Darcy: What expressions I'm alloud?
Lizzie: Well, let me think... 'Lizzie' for everyday, 'My Pearl' for Sundays, and ... 'Goddess Divine' - but only on very special occasions.
Darcy: And what shall I call you when I'm cross? 'Mrs. Darcy'?
Lizzie: No, no - you may only call me 'Mrs. Darcy' when you are completely, perfectly and incandescently happy.
Darcy: How are you this evening ... 'Mrs. Darcy'?... 'Mrs. Darcy'... 'Mrs. Darcy'... 'Mrs. Darcy'...
(Este final foi apenas exibido nos EUA.)
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Meus olhos vêem melhor se os vou fechando.
Viram coisas de dia e foi em vão,
mas quando durmo, em sonhos te fitando,
são escura luz que luz na escuridão.
Tu cuja sombra faz a sombra clara,
como em forma de sombras assombravas
ledo o claro dia em luz mais rara,
se em sombra a olhos sem visão brilhavas!
Que benção a meus olhos fora feita
vendo-te à viva luz do dia bem,
se a tua sombra em trevas imperfeita
a olhos sem visão no sono vem!
Vejo os dias quais noites não te vendo,
e as noites dias claros sonhos tendo.
William Shakespeare, in Sonetos
