_space oddity
Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Ground Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may God's love be with you
Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five,
Four, Three, Two, One, Liftoff
This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare
This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do
Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much... she knows
Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you....
Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do.::Ziggy Stardust
_match point
The man who said "I'd rather be lucky than good" saw deeply into life. People are afraid to face how great a part of life is dependent on luck. It's scary to think so much is out of one's control. There are moments in a match when the ball hits the top of the net and for a split second it can either go forward or fall back. With a little luck it goes forward and you win. Or maybe it doesn't and you lose.::chris
_para onde sopra o tempo?
chocado e triste... quando
terroristas chegam democraticamente ao poder, alguma coisa está muito errada.
_rádio crítica
Não posso deixar de agradecer a distinção ao Francisco Mateus. O [percepções] foi eleito um dos melhores podcasts nacionais de 2005 pelo blog
rádio crítica. Obrigado!
_cinemax
joão lopes e tiago alves dão sentido à compra que fiz no natal. ainda à rádio que merece ser ouvida num
tivoli.
_2006
"Passo tempos, passo silêncios, mundos sem forma passam por mim."
in Livro do Desassossego, Bernardo Soares