Poemas de Karl Marx sobre I Homem

Daniel

Daniel is travelling tonight on a plane
I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain
Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye
God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes
They say Spain is pretty though I've never been
Well Daniel says it's the best place that he's ever seen
Oh and he should know, he's been there enough
Lord I miss Daniel, oh I miss him so much
Daniel my brother you are older than me
Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heel
Your eyes have died but you see more than I
Daniel you're a star in the face of the sky
Daniel is travelling tonight on a plane
I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain
Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye
God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes
Oh God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes

GoodBye Yellow Road

When are you going to come down?
When are you going to land?
I should have stayed on the farm,
I should have listened to my old man.

You know you can't hold me forever,
I didn't sign up with you.
I'm not a present for your friends to open,
This boy's too young to be singing the blues.

So goodbye yellow brick road,
Where the dogs of society howl.
You can't plant me in your penthouse,
I'm going back to my plough.

Back to the howling old owl in the woods,
Hunting the horny back toad.
Oh I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road

What do you think you'll do then?
I bet that'll shoot down your plane.
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again

Maybe you'll get a replacement,
There's plenty like me to be found.
Mongrels, who ain't got a penny,
Sniffing for tid-bits like you on the ground

Don't Let the Sun Go Down

I can't light no more of your darkness
All my pictures seem to fade to black and white
I'm growing tired and time stands still before me
Frozen here on the ladder of my life

Too late to save myself from falling
I took a chance and changed your way of life
But you misread my meaning when I met you
Closed the door and left me blinded by the light

Don't let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see
I'd just allow a fragment of your life to wander free
But losing everything is like the sun going down on me

I can't find, oh the right romantic line
But see me once and see the way I feel
Don't discard me just because you think I mean you harm
But these cuts I have they need love to help them heal

Don't let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see
I'd just allow a fragment of your life to wander free
But losing everything is like the sun going down on me

I Guess That Is What You Call It The Blues

Don't wish it away
Don't look at it like it's forever
Between you and me
I could honestly say
That things can only get better

And while I'm away
Dust out the demons inside
And it won't be long
Before you and me run
To the place in our hearts
Where we hide

And I guess that's why
They call it the blues
Time on my hands
Could be time spent with you
Laughing like children
Living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that's why
They call it the blues

Just stare into space
Picture my face in your hands
Live for each second
Without hesitation
And never forget I'm your man

Wait on me girl
Cry in the night if it helps
But more than ever I simply love you
More than I love life itself

Rocket Man

She packed by bag last night, preflight
Zero hour, nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high
As a kite by then

I miss the earth so much
I miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight

And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no no...
I'm a rocket man
Rocket man
Burnin' out his fuse
Up here alone

Mars ain't the kind of place
To raise your kids
In fact, it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them
If you did

And all this science
I don't understand
It's just my job
Five days a week
A Rocket Man
Rocket Man

And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no no...

And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no no...
I'm a rocket man
Rocket man
Burnin' out his fuse
Up here alone

And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time

Long, long, time
Long, long, time

Ah, no, no, no...
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...

I Believe in Love

I believe in love, it's all we got
Love has no boundaries, costs nothing to touch
War makes money, cancer sleeps
Curled up in my father and that means something to me
Churches and dictators, politics and papers
Everything crumbles sooner or later
But love, I believe in love

I believe in love, it's all we got
Love has no boundaries, no borders to cross
Love is simple, hate breeds
Those who think difference is the child of disease
Father and son make love and guns
Families together kill someone
Without love, I believe in love

Without love I wouldn't believe
In anything that lives and breathes
Without love I'd have no anger
I wouldn't believe in the right to stand here
Without love I wouldn't believe
I couldn't believe in you
And I wouldn't believe in me
Without love

I believe in love
I believe in love
I believe in love

Aprenda
que viver para os
outros não é a melhor solução,
quando se tem pela frente uma
vida inteira para viver por você.

Fragmentos I
‎"O pássaro voa sem o peso nas costas,
que é o peso do pecar.
O pássaro não conhece o pecado,
por isso consegue voar”

ARQUITETO


Mentor, Criador, Inventor...
Na sua forma de pensar e movimentar,
Profissional de inigualável criatividade,
Mesmo não compreendido pela sociedade,
Sempre se a de admirar a preciosidade do seu esplendor!!!!

A melhor tarefa da vida é superar o monótono. Isso é sinônimo de i-n-o-v-a-ç-ã-o.
Quando praticamos essa ação, estimulamos nosso grau de criatividade e podemos vivenciar uma experiência inédita: a de viver em um mundo inteiramente nosso, desde claro, que abandonemos o padrão ditado pela maioria. Ser empreendedor de nossas condutas é tóxico para essa sociedade de controle fantasiada de democracia. Por isso tanta violência e tanto preconceito.
Mas, dane-se, liberdade é algo que não devemos abrir mão! Ainda mais nesse mundo em que a reciprocidade me parece desconhecida.
Mas, encontrar alguém autêntico é algo tão raro, incomum, em uma sociedade dotada de normas superficiais e conceitos egoístas. Portanto, ser autêntico requer muito mais que criatividade... Requer coragem.

Pra que o fim ?

Recebi a sua flor
tinha o cheiro da sua pele,
a cor da sua íris
tinha o arco-íris
em cada pétala formada.

A forma do amor representada
na flor que você enviou
e a mim me foi dada.

Encontrei sentido nesse gesto,
era a peça do objeto do
desejo que tu desejavas.

Significava fim, começo de uma
longa jornada
da qual a
flor
única e solitária
com exuberância de rainha
representava.
Fui até seu jardim
plantei uma pra mim,
mas a flor já não conseguiu ser cultivada.

Secou...sem pétalas, sem cor, sem íris, sem arco-íris
morreu em mim.

Enviastes pra que fim ?

Gosto do lance casual que me vem como uma aventura certa, porém momentânea;
Improviso sentimentos invento prazer não me preocupando com detalhes pouco importante;
Meu coração sabe bem se defender contra armadilhas e cercos inesperados;
Portanto sou amante da vida e colhedor de sentimentos carentes e despedaçados para que pouco a pouco eu possa juntá-lo e fazer forte novamente;

Minhas armas são pensamentos caneta e papel para justificar a vida que vivo;
Atitudes de provar o improvável no possível meio da realidade conjuga o pretérito quase imperfeito;
Mas com minha liberdade de me expressar lavo verdades transbordando meus ideais;
Não sou o dono da verdade nem da razão que move o certo, mas sim o inicio, meio e fim;
Eu quero ser o entendimento para quê a resposta esteja revelada e satisfeita para com o ser;

Do you know why my heart has chosen you?
and why I am content with the torture of your love?
Do you know why I will always love you and wish to share my life with you?
Do you know why I cannot forget your eyes when you are away or love another?
Because my heart believes that you are the only one for me in the world
you are the one who made my dreams come true
with you I began to love life? oh my innocent angel
I have nothing but my life and heart to offer you.

Are these two moons or your eyes?
My heart asks about you
You see me thinking about you
Maybe I am in love
I swear this was not on my mind
Oh love
From the love
Oh love
It is filling my nights
Oh my life
All my life
I have given myself to her
And her eyes have told me something
I am becoming infatuated with you my precious
And me
What has happened to me?
That I now melt in your love
Why is it you whom I love?
How and when did you make me
so infatuated with you?

All the love stories i experienced were alike. the first was passionate
The second joyful? and the last was like all the previous ones... in the beginning
They all started with spoken words
In confused eyes with truth
Love and passion and many other things
But they all had the same ending
All my love stories we experienced my heart turned out to be illusions
I wished i never dreamt
They all had the same ending.

Mulher....

Sem sombra de dúvida...

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Almany Sol - 07/08/2012

O que é uma frase num livro?
Depende.
Existem frases que em absoluto traduzem, transformam e nos inspiram.
Outras, a maioria delas, são e estão no livro para compor. Não são de fato insubstituíveis ou inesquecíveis.
E você. Que tipo de frase é na história dos outros?