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Mas os livros que em nossa vida entraram
São como a radiação de um corpo negro
Apontando pra a expansão do Universo
Porque a frase, o conceito, o enredo, o verso
(E, sem dúvida, sobretudo o verso)
É o que pode lançar mundos no mundo.

Livros, Caetano Veloso

I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.

Tom Waits

Eu me sinto vazio e ainda assim farto
Estou triste, tão triste
E o lugar mais frio do rio é o meu quarto

Estou Triste, Caetano Veloso

I’m alive, e vivo muito, vivo, vivo, vivo
Feel the sound of music
Banging in my belly, belly, belly
Know that one day I must die
I’m alive
And I know that one day I must die
I’m alive
Yes I know that one day I must die

Nine Out of Ten, Caetano Veloso

‘Cause I’m as free as a bird now

We don’t have to be stars exploding in the night
Or electric eels under the covers
We don’t have to be
Anything quite so unreal
Lets just be lovers

A Chiken with its Head Cut Off, The Magnetic Fields

The piano is not firewood yet
But a heart can’t be helped
And it gathers regret
Someday you’ll wake up and feel a great pain
And you’ll miss every toy you’ve ever owned

You’ll want to go back
You’ll wish you were small
Nothing can slow the crying
You’ll take the clock off of your wall
And you’ll wish it was lying

Love what you have and you’ll have more love
You’re not dying
Everyone knows you’re going to love
Though there’s still no cure for crying

Firewood, Regina Spektor

Hell we all die
Sometimes

We All Die, Cat Power

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?Parsley, sage, rosemary and thymeRemember me to one who lives thereShe once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme(Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)Without no seams nor needlework(Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains)Then she’ll be a true love of mine(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)Tell her to find me an acre of land(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme(Washes the grave with silvery tears)Between the salt water and the sea strand(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)Then she’ll be a true love of mineTell her to reap it in a sickle of leather(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme(Generals order their soldiers to kill)And to gather it all in a bunch of heather(And to fight for a cause they’ve long ago forgotten)Then she’ll be a true love of mineAre you going to Scarborough Fair?Parsley, sage, rosemary and thymeRemember me to one who lives thereShe once was a true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needlework
(Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains)
Then she’ll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

Tell her to find me an acre of land
(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
(Washes the grave with silvery tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strand
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then she’ll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
(And to fight for a cause they’ve long ago forgotten)
Then she’ll be a true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

I know that we’ve never met before
But that was then, and now I need you more

Far Away, Martha Wainwright

Love is no big truth
Driven by our genes, we are simple selfish beings

Love is No Big Truth, Kings of Convenience

“dead meat, don’t you know you’re dead meat”