Thought for the Day Sep 8, 2011:
"You are never given a dream without also being given the
power to make it true. You may have to work for it, however."
Keep on crunching and Have a nice day...
Thought for the Day Sep 8, 2011:
"You are never given a dream without also being given the
power to make it true. You may have to work for it, however."
Keep on crunching and Have a nice day...
Thought for the day Sep 9, 2011:
We can adjust to changing times and still stay true to unchanging principles.
Keep on crunching and have a nice day...
Friends are like diamonds and diamonts are forever.
I upbeat & positive thread.
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Thought for the day Sep10,2011:
Coming together is a beginning. Keeping together is progress. Working together is success.
Keep on crunching and have a nice day...
Let us not seek the Republican answer or the Democratic answer, but the right answer. Let us not seek to fix the blame for the past. Let us accept our own responsibility for the future.
John F. Kennedy
Friends are like diamonds and diamonds are forever
Jeremiah 29:11
For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Friends are like diamonds and diamonds are forever
For my Brazilian Friends struggling for a new life in a better world.
Caetano Veloso → Sampa
Something happens in my heart
When I cross Ipiranga (Avenue) and São João Avenue
As I got here I didn't understand anything
Not the concrete poetry of your street corners
Not the discreet inelegance of your girls
I didn't know Rita Lee (a singer from São Paulo)
Your most complete translation
Something happens in my heart
Only when it crosses Ipiranga (Avenue) and São João Avenue
When we were face to face I didn't saw my face
I called what I saw bad taste, I called bad taste to bad taste
Because Narcissus thinks is ugly what is not a mirror
And what is not so old scares the mind
Nothing from before when you are not a mutant
And you were a difficult beginning
I get away of what I don't know
And who sell a dream of a different happy city
learn fast to call you reality
Because your are the reverse of the back of the back of the reverse
From the people oppressed in lines, in streets, in towns
Of the power of the money that builds and destroy beautiful things
From the ugly smoke that rises and hide the stars
I see your poets raise from the fields and spaces
Your forest workshops, your gods of the rain
Pan-Americas from Africa utopias, samba grave.
The newest of Zumbi's quilombo (I will post about Zumbi soon)
And the new baianos wandering in your drizzle
And the new baianos can enjoy you on a good one.
Friends are like diamonds and diamonds are forever
I have some doubts sometimes.
I have them for me, because I choose a different religion one day.
Would Jesus love me?
Friends are like diamonds and diamonds are forever