My favorite music of his...! When I was 12 my mom gave me the cassette with this music... I think I heard it more than 100 times on my walkman... I completely remember it was during a Summer trip to London! I used to perform in front of the mirror and produce fake tears... I was preparing for Hollywood!!! duh!
"PARA SER GRANDE, sê inteiro: nada Teu exagera ou exclui. Sê todo em cada coisa. Põe quanto és No mínimo que fazes. Assim em cada lago a lua toda Brilha, porque alta vive." Ricardo Reis
Friday, 26 June 2009
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Research Quotes II
I don't want to achieve immortality through my work... I want to achieve it through not dying.
Woody Allen
Woody Allen
Thursday, 18 June 2009
Rio de Janeiro Childhood memories: Part I - Balão Mágico!
Duas músicas inesqueciveis! Com participacoes de Djavan e Fábio Junior!
Tuesday, 16 June 2009
Research Quotes I
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where,
To lie in cold obstruction and to rot;
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice,
To be imprisoned in the viewless winds
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendant world; or to be worse than worst
Of those that lawless and incertain thoughts
Imagine howling: ‘tis too horrible!
The weariest and most loathed worldly life
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature is a paradise
To what we fear of death.
William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure
To lie in cold obstruction and to rot;
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice,
To be imprisoned in the viewless winds
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendant world; or to be worse than worst
Of those that lawless and incertain thoughts
Imagine howling: ‘tis too horrible!
The weariest and most loathed worldly life
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature is a paradise
To what we fear of death.
William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure
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