LopesCa

20180502

Mais vale um sapo com atitude, que um Príncipe banana.

O silêncio é precioso, sobretudo quando não temos nada interessante para dizer.

20180501

O silêncio responde mesmo ao que não foi perguntado.

O silêncio, como um cancro cresce.

Silence, like a cancer, grows.
- Disturbed - The Sound Of Silence

Dia do Trabalhador 1 de maio

https://www.calendarr.com/portugal/dia-do-trabalhador/

Vento de Março, chuva de Abril, fazem o Maio florir.

Hello, darkness, my old friend.

Hello, darkness, my old friend.
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping.

- Disturbed - The Sound Of Silence

20180430

MÚSICA Disturbed - The Sound Of Silence

VÍDEO Link https://youtu.be/u9Dg-g7t2l4

Hello, darkness, my old friend.
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping.

And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone.
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp.
I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking.
People hearing without listening.

People writing songs that voices never share.
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools," said I, "You do not know:
Silence, like a cancer, grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you.
Take my arms that I might reach you,"

But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.

And the sign said,
"The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whispered in the sound of silence."