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Clarão, que as luzes no morrer despedem:
Se outro nome lhe dão, se amor o chamam,
D'amor igual ninguém sucumbe à perda.
Amor é vida; é ter constantemente
Alma, sentidos, coração — abertos
Ao grande, ao belo; é ser capaz d'extremos,
D'altas virtudes, té capaz de crimes!
Compreender o infinito, a imensidade,
E a natureza e Deus; gostar dos campos,
D'aves, flores, murmúrios solitários;
Buscar tristeza, a soledade, o ermo,
E ter o coração em riso e festa;
E à branda festa, ao riso da nossa alma
Fontes de pranto intercalar sem custo;
Conhecer o prazer e a desventura
No mesmo tempo, e ser no mesmo ponto
O ditoso, o misérrimo dos entes;
Isso é amor, e desse amor se morre!


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Gonçalves Dias

Aié, tô romântica hoje. E eu adoro os poemas do Gonçalves Dias. Acho eles bastante expressivos. Não?
^___^ heart

"Oh it's healing bang bang bang
I can hear your canons call
You've been aiming at my land
Your hungry hammer's falling
And if you want me, I'm your country

I'm an angel bored like hell
And you're a devil meaning well
You steal my lines and you strike me down
Come raise your flag upon me
And if you want me, I'm your country
If you win me I'm forever, oh yeah

'Cause you're the storm that I believe in
And all this peace has been deceiving
I like the sweet life and the silence
But it's the storm that I believe in

Come and conquer, drop your bones
Cross my borders and kill the calm
Bury your things and burn my winds
I hear bullets singing
And if you want me, I'm your country
If you win me I'm forever, oh yeah

'Cause you're the storm that I believe in
And all this peace has been deceiving
I need some wind to get me sailing
So it's the storm that I believe in
You feel my heart you keep my breathing
'Cause you're the storm that I believe in"

The Cardigans - The Storm

heart heart heart 'cause you're the storm that I believe in.. whee

...vulgarmente conhecido como "viagens mentais de Nielle".
Ontem, no MSN, minha querida Tatiana veio com uma questão que ficou batendo na minha cabeça. Porque chamamos o chocolate branco de branco se ele é amarelo, e o preto de preto de ele é marrom? Hoje, na aula de Física 1, entramos nesta valiosa discussão. Esteriótipo? Apelido? Idéia idiota? Como surgiu?
Hipóteses levantadas
Nielle: o coelho deve ter se enganado e trouxe os ovos podres! Imagina o quão gostosos serão os ovos maduros!! *cara de sonhadora*
Milla: Pq falar marrom e amarelo soa mal.
Lu: Ahn... acho essa questão assaz interessante.
Auron: Hmmmmmmmmmmmm, costume... a temperatuda dele qdo o bixo ta na fase liquida chega perto desses extremos. E tb na epoca mais antiga, o branco e o preto singularmente eram confundidos com outras cores.
Henoc: Pq amarelo eh cor de japa e marrom eh coisa de mer$%!

Tem alguma teoria? Quer dar seu pitaco? Sinta-se à vontade. biggrin

Lalalalalaaaaaaa... *solfeja* 3nodding

Now, here's what's going on right now.
I told this friend of my English class that I hated a guy in his school classroom. I thought that, even if they knew each other, my friend would know how to keep a secret, or even how to be cautious. But hell no, he decided to ask the guy I hate the reason why I hate him!
Is there any problem? Of course there's a BIG problem on all this. My friend told me the guy said he had nothing against me, and that he even likes me (no second thoughts on that XP). The problem is I HAVE SOMETHING AGAINST HIM. A couple things, actually. But I have anyway.
I don't want him to walk around the school saying "Nielle asked her friend to ask me what I think about her" which probably means "I'm the best, worship me".
Right now, I'm trying to figure out a way to walk in my school like "everything is totally normal" and without meeting him around. gonk


ps. why is it in english? Well, that's my journal. I want, and that's it. biggrin