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If I told you that I Love you πŸ’“ know It is always true, The best way I know how to, I know sometimes you're tired of the fight for us to be together But know that the fight will soon be over and we will live forever If Loving you is wrong then I Don't want to be Right I can't stand to be without you in my sight Starting from the bando days to now we're still standing tall Even when we have everybody who believes in our downfall Our struggle is real and it's just crazy sometimes he drives me insane For me to have changed me and for you to say that I'm still the same I can't be the same because I look into the mirror and I don't even see me Everyday I wake up in depression and just wanting to be set free Free from it all I'm tired of the pain that I'm always feeling Getting played for a long time I guess my heart needs some healing It's hard to say but loving you I lost myself And I'm still out here alone and search for some help If you truly love me then why you speak to me in such a way And when I asked you to be real for some reason you tend to play Why can't you love me the way that I love you Why is it so easy for you to be quick and say you're through What is it about when you're wrong you could never apologize and then we move on When will you start caring when I am dead and gone But even then I would like to say it probably be to late Remember the Love I have for you was real I thought was fate Over and over again I try to find someone who truly love me before I die but why?? Loving you so much I really lost who I am, Now I know how it feels being taken for granted by a Man But I said I lost me because I was in love with you U took advantage of my heart intentionally by what u do I Love you Why u couldn't love me I don't understand why My love so real I was willing to die. But I couldn't understand with out you I don't want to live Love is a choice and all I did was give I was giving while you gave up Leaving me to believe that me loving you wasn't enough I stay on my knees giving it to the highest power up above Begging him to him to help me find me again who I lost being in Love πŸ’•πŸ’•
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Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 9:10 PM UTC
Satandralife
Losing Me By Loving Him
If I told you that I Love you πŸ’“ know It is always true, The best way I know how to, I know sometimes you're tired of the fight for us to be together But know that the fight will soon be over and we will live forever If Loving you is wrong then I Don't want to be Right I can't stand to be without you in my sight Starting from the bando days to now we're still standing tall Even when we have everybody who believes in our downfall Our struggle is real and it's just crazy sometimes he drives me insane For me to have changed me and for you to say that I'm still the same I can't be the same because I look into the mirror and I don't even see me Everyday I wake up in depression and just wanting to be set free Free from it all I'm tired of the pain that I'm always feeling Getting played for a long time I guess my heart needs some healing It's hard to say but loving you I lost myself And I'm still out here alone and search for some help If you truly love me then why you speak to me in such a way And when I asked you to be real for some reason you tend to play Why can't you love me the way that I love you Why is it so easy for you to be quick and say you're through What is it about when you're wrong you could never apologize and then we move on When will you start caring when I am dead and gone But even then I would like to say it probably be to late Remember the Love I have for you was real I thought was fate Over and over again I try to find someone who truly love me before I die but why?? Loving you so much I really lost who I am, Now I know how it feels being taken for granted by a Man But I said I lost me because I was in love with you U took advantage of my heart intentionally by what u do I Love you Why u couldn't love me I don't understand why My love so real I was willing to die. But I couldn't understand with out you I don't want to live Love is a choice and all I did was give I was giving while you gave up Leaving me to believe that me loving you wasn't enough I stay on my knees giving it to the highest power up above Begging him to him to help me find me again who I lost being in Love πŸ’•πŸ’•
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Memory of the great has been for ages. Antonio Neto was of the great. The Angolians adore both him and his Being a chief, a patriot, a poet. He build hope for peaceful tomorrow On his southern country’s ruins. He realized Marx’ policy without war Diluting it by afro’s nuisance. He died as a hero and far off his Family and his people dear Having left ideas to all his scions Having fulfilled dream. Freedom’s here. {27.12.2015} АНВОНИО ΠΠ•Π’Πž Π’Π΅Π»ΠΈΠΊΠΈΡ… Π²ΠΎΠΆΠ΄Π΅ΠΉ Π²ΡΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΈΠ½Π°ΡŽΡ‚ Π² Π²Π΅ΠΊΠ°Ρ… – Π’Π°ΠΊΠΈΠΌ Π±Ρ‹Π» Антонио НСто! ΠΠ½Π³ΠΎΠ»ΡŒΡ†Ρ‹ носили Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π½Π° Ρ€ΡƒΠΊΠ°Ρ… – ВоТдя, ΠΏΠ°Ρ‚Ρ€ΠΈΠΎΡ‚Π°, поэта! Он строил Π² Ρ€Π°Π·Π²Π°Π»ΠΈΠ½Π°Ρ… юТной страны НадСТду Π½Π° ΠΌΠΈΡ€Π½ΠΎΠ΅ Π·Π°Π²Ρ‚Ρ€Π°! ΠŸΠΎΠ»ΠΈΡ‚ΠΈΠΊΡƒ ΠœΠ°Ρ€ΠΊΡΠ° Π²Π²ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ» Π±Π΅Π· Π²ΠΎΠΉΠ½Ρ‹ Π‘ своими ΠΎΡ‚Ρ‚Π΅Π½ΠΊΠ°ΠΌΠΈ Π°Ρ„Ρ€ΠΎ. Он ΡƒΠΌΠ΅Ρ€ Π³Π΅Ρ€ΠΎΠ΅ΠΌ Π²Π΄Π°Π»ΠΈ ΠΎΡ‚ сСмьи, Π’Π΄Π°Π»ΠΈ ΠΎΡ‚ Ρ€ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π½Π°Ρ€ΠΎΠ΄Π°. ΠžΡΡ‚Π°Π²ΠΈΠ² ΠΏΠΎΡ‚ΠΎΠΌΠΊΠ°ΠΌ ΠΈΠ΄Π΅ΠΈ свои, ΠœΠ΅Ρ‡Ρ‚Ρ‹ Π²ΠΎΠΏΠ»ΠΎΡ‚ΠΈΠ». Π‘Π²ΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠ΄Π°! {27.12.2015} Translator - I. Toporov
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May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 8:33 AM UTC
Vladimir_Lionter
ANTONIO NETO
Memory of the great has been for ages. Antonio Neto was of the great. The Angolians adore both him and his Being a chief, a patriot, a poet. He build hope for peaceful tomorrow On his southern country’s ruins. He realized Marx’ policy without war Diluting it by afro’s nuisance. He died as a hero and far off his Family and his people dear Having left ideas to all his scions Having fulfilled dream. Freedom’s here. {27.12.2015} АНВОНИО ΠΠ•Π’Πž Π’Π΅Π»ΠΈΠΊΠΈΡ… Π²ΠΎΠΆΠ΄Π΅ΠΉ Π²ΡΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΈΠ½Π°ΡŽΡ‚ Π² Π²Π΅ΠΊΠ°Ρ… – Π’Π°ΠΊΠΈΠΌ Π±Ρ‹Π» Антонио НСто! ΠΠ½Π³ΠΎΠ»ΡŒΡ†Ρ‹ носили Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π½Π° Ρ€ΡƒΠΊΠ°Ρ… – ВоТдя, ΠΏΠ°Ρ‚Ρ€ΠΈΠΎΡ‚Π°, поэта! Он строил Π² Ρ€Π°Π·Π²Π°Π»ΠΈΠ½Π°Ρ… юТной страны НадСТду Π½Π° ΠΌΠΈΡ€Π½ΠΎΠ΅ Π·Π°Π²Ρ‚Ρ€Π°! ΠŸΠΎΠ»ΠΈΡ‚ΠΈΠΊΡƒ ΠœΠ°Ρ€ΠΊΡΠ° Π²Π²ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ» Π±Π΅Π· Π²ΠΎΠΉΠ½Ρ‹ Π‘ своими ΠΎΡ‚Ρ‚Π΅Π½ΠΊΠ°ΠΌΠΈ Π°Ρ„Ρ€ΠΎ. Он ΡƒΠΌΠ΅Ρ€ Π³Π΅Ρ€ΠΎΠ΅ΠΌ Π²Π΄Π°Π»ΠΈ ΠΎΡ‚ сСмьи, Π’Π΄Π°Π»ΠΈ ΠΎΡ‚ Ρ€ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π½Π°Ρ€ΠΎΠ΄Π°. ΠžΡΡ‚Π°Π²ΠΈΠ² ΠΏΠΎΡ‚ΠΎΠΌΠΊΠ°ΠΌ ΠΈΠ΄Π΅ΠΈ свои, ΠœΠ΅Ρ‡Ρ‚Ρ‹ Π²ΠΎΠΏΠ»ΠΎΡ‚ΠΈΠ». Π‘Π²ΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠ΄Π°! {27.12.2015} Translator - I. Toporov
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My love for you has never been phony, For u will always remain Big Tony. My heart and soul needs u so bad, But at times u make me so so Mad. So many people have there inputs on what we do, But you forget sometimes that our relationship consists of just me and you. We both had are hardships of pain in our past, I thought that would make our relationship Last. But I guess I could never truly be loved by you, To many tears hurt painful words uncotroled mind we have no clue. Big Tony,Big Tony Big Tony, I thought you were the only man For me. But I don't know how to give up on us and we will see, What our future holds for us to be a better u and me. My love for you is unconditional u are my heart, I won't allow anyone or anything tear us apart. For the tears we cry for when we do wrong, The pain we cause each other won't be long. Right now I may be going through me feeling so lonely, But I will forever be in love with my Big Tony!!!
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May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 9:57 PM UTC
Satandralife
BIG TONY
My love for you has never been phony, For u will always remain Big Tony. My heart and soul needs u so bad, But at times u make me so so Mad. So many people have there inputs on what we do, But you forget sometimes that our relationship consists of just me and you. We both had are hardships of pain in our past, I thought that would make our relationship Last. But I guess I could never truly be loved by you, To many tears hurt painful words uncotroled mind we have no clue. Big Tony,Big Tony Big Tony, I thought you were the only man For me. But I don't know how to give up on us and we will see, What our future holds for us to be a better u and me. My love for you is unconditional u are my heart, I won't allow anyone or anything tear us apart. For the tears we cry for when we do wrong, The pain we cause each other won't be long. Right now I may be going through me feeling so lonely, But I will forever be in love with my Big Tony!!!
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Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 5:50 PM UTC
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Shadows move with my feet on the cobblestone from the sunlight dancing on the picado banners that stretch between buildings And offer some reprieve From the Texas sun. The mouth-watering scent of pan dulce Draws children to the glass fronts of the old bakery, And they flit between sweet breads And figurines of brilliant colors Crowding stands run by elderly craftsmen and women with big smiles- San Antonio, There’s something in your streets. Something binds me to your old, leaning buildings, And the murals that decorate them, San Antonio, My first memories of reading Reside on 600 Soledad Street between the shelves of the Big Enchilada, And dapple down through the glossy, colorful limbs of its Chihuly spine. You exist in the border between coastal plains and the hill country, Mesquite trees and palm trees living side by side Just as the German and Spanish settlements do, The missions becoming as much a part of the land As the Guadelupe. With tequila on my tongue, And boots on my feet, I’m prepared to bask in the warmth absorbed by sandy loam And breathe in the smell of elotas on a Sunday afternoon To the sound of San Fernando’s bells, Oh, San Antonio… I’ve never wished for a better dwelling, Even one with cooler summers And smoother streets, Oh, San Antonio… I’d be a fool to leave you, To call another home, And I’ve never found myself foolish before, So my dearest, sweetest, most proud San Antonio, I am here to stay.
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Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
emily-miller-1
The San Antonio Way
Shadows move with my feet on the cobblestone from the sunlight dancing on the picado banners that stretch between buildings And offer some reprieve From the Texas sun. The mouth-watering scent of pan dulce Draws children to the glass fronts of the old bakery, And they flit between sweet breads And figurines of brilliant colors Crowding stands run by elderly craftsmen and women with big smiles- San Antonio, There’s something in your streets. Something binds me to your old, leaning buildings, And the murals that decorate them, San Antonio, My first memories of reading Reside on 600 Soledad Street between the shelves of the Big Enchilada, And dapple down through the glossy, colorful limbs of its Chihuly spine. You exist in the border between coastal plains and the hill country, Mesquite trees and palm trees living side by side Just as the German and Spanish settlements do, The missions becoming as much a part of the land As the Guadelupe. With tequila on my tongue, And boots on my feet, I’m prepared to bask in the warmth absorbed by sandy loam And breathe in the smell of elotas on a Sunday afternoon To the sound of San Fernando’s bells, Oh, San Antonio… I’ve never wished for a better dwelling, Even one with cooler summers And smoother streets, Oh, San Antonio… I’d be a fool to leave you, To call another home, And I’ve never found myself foolish before, So my dearest, sweetest, most proud San Antonio, I am here to stay.
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a misty start with worlds to go a walk through forest, desert, snow with altitude and dizzy joy a challenge which my strength employs a peaceful summit waiting warm where thought and poetry find form from near the sun our minds turn to worlds below we will return -TylerN @ 10,040 feet, 2018.05.12
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May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 5:38 PM UTC
TeaMaster
Mt. Baldy
a misty start with worlds to go a walk through forest, desert, snow with altitude and dizzy joy a challenge which my strength employs a peaceful summit waiting warm where thought and poetry find form from near the sun our minds turn to worlds below we will return -TylerN @ 10,040 feet, 2018.05.12
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Canção Do Verbo Encarnado *** Minha geração foi assim, comeΓ§ou pelo quando e acabou pelo fim. O amor escorreu pelos cantos e quando cantamos a canção do amor armado, Thiago de Melo estava em Berlim mergulhado no verde dos olhos da alemΓ£zinha da ACNUR , nossa orquestra saiu de cena e nossa guerra de guerrilhas acabou no maior calor... O suor que expelia seu odor era o suor frio dos tiranos nos porΓ΅es mΓ³rbidos da ditadura executando nossos irmΓ£os. O ar jazia cheio de sangue e nΓ³s estΓ‘vamos congelados nas cΓ’maras de gΓ‘s dos IMLs. VΓ­nhamos de todos os lados, desde os vales profundos do Ribeira, das chapadas mais Γ­ngremes do Araguaia ou dos guetos subumanos da urbe. Γ‰ramos nΓ³s o odor de fumaΓ§a que agredia as narinas alheias com a catinga de carne queimada. Γ‰ramos nΓ³s o encanto das cançáes de protesto cantadas na avenida com euforia para engendrar os projetos do futuro, como somos nΓ³s os ignorados da histΓ³ria, os estranhos os comΓ­cios, a cadeira vazia das reuniΓ΅es oficiais, pois somos nΓ³s que chegamos e partimos sem ninguΓ©m saber quem somos e que vamos lΓ‘ adiante, distantes da balburdia alienante e quando vΓ³s menos esperais somos nΓ³s que nos imolamos Γ s vossas portas contra a apatia com que nos matais. Como todos vΓ³s podeis ver, a minha geração Γ© assim: comeΓ§a pelo quando e acaba pelo fim, mas nΓ£o fica Γ  toa na vida pro seu amor lhe chamar e ver a banda passar tocando coisas de amor... ***
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
antonio-cabral-filho
Canção Do Verbo Encarnado * Antonio Cabral Filho - Rj/Brasil
Canção Do Verbo Encarnado *** Minha geração foi assim, comeΓ§ou pelo quando e acabou pelo fim. O amor escorreu pelos cantos e quando cantamos a canção do amor armado, Thiago de Melo estava em Berlim mergulhado no verde dos olhos da alemΓ£zinha da ACNUR , nossa orquestra saiu de cena e nossa guerra de guerrilhas acabou no maior calor... O suor que expelia seu odor era o suor frio dos tiranos nos porΓ΅es mΓ³rbidos da ditadura executando nossos irmΓ£os. O ar jazia cheio de sangue e nΓ³s estΓ‘vamos congelados nas cΓ’maras de gΓ‘s dos IMLs. VΓ­nhamos de todos os lados, desde os vales profundos do Ribeira, das chapadas mais Γ­ngremes do Araguaia ou dos guetos subumanos da urbe. Γ‰ramos nΓ³s o odor de fumaΓ§a que agredia as narinas alheias com a catinga de carne queimada. Γ‰ramos nΓ³s o encanto das cançáes de protesto cantadas na avenida com euforia para engendrar os projetos do futuro, como somos nΓ³s os ignorados da histΓ³ria, os estranhos os comΓ­cios, a cadeira vazia das reuniΓ΅es oficiais, pois somos nΓ³s que chegamos e partimos sem ninguΓ©m saber quem somos e que vamos lΓ‘ adiante, distantes da balburdia alienante e quando vΓ³s menos esperais somos nΓ³s que nos imolamos Γ s vossas portas contra a apatia com que nos matais. Como todos vΓ³s podeis ver, a minha geração Γ© assim: comeΓ§a pelo quando e acaba pelo fim, mas nΓ£o fica Γ  toa na vida pro seu amor lhe chamar e ver a banda passar tocando coisas de amor... ***
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COISAS DO ARCO DA VELHA - Os etΓͺs gostam de bunda. Foi o que captei da conversa entre as meninas, enquanto caminhava no calΓ§adΓ£o do Liceu. - Tem caras que nΓ£o gostam, nΓ©; acho que nΓ£o sΓ£o chegados; comer um cuzinho serΓ‘ que nΓ£o faz bem?! - Cruz credo! Exclamei mentalmente, e segui meu caminho rumo ao FΓ³rum, que fica em frente. Elas vieram na minha direção, a passos firmes, olhar direto, "vocΓͺ tem fogo...", perguntou a morena pele-de-cuia, "e como tem", observou a loira de olhos azuis, tΓ­pica europeia, me examinando de cima a baixo, parando os olhos, ostensivamente, na minha barriguilha; "te vejo sempre por aqui", disse a morena, enquanto eu lhe entregava o isqueiro; "Γ©, estou sempre na cantina, tomando cafΓ©; cafΓ© de FΓ³rum Γ© choco, frio, fraco, e causa-me asia; entΓ£o, venho na cantina, Γ s vezes comer alguma coisa", concluΓ­. - Uma bucetinha, um cuzinho e o que mais? Indagou a loura, acendendo o cigarro. - VocΓͺ estΓ‘ sempre cercado de meninas! NΓ£o Γ© Γ  toa!! Vai ver Γ© o maior safadΓ£o, pica doce.... Completou a morena, sempre combinando seus ataques com a colega. O Liceu Γ© uma escola destinada Γ  classe mΓ©dia alta, concebida nos tempos do impΓ©rio, onde sΓ³ entravam filhinhos de papai e seus apadrinhados do aparelho de estado. Mas isso danΓ§ou com o advento da repΓΊblica, e hoje, assim como os "Pedro II", recebem qualquer um, desde que aguentem suas provas de avaliação, pois ainda sΓ£o um padrΓ£o de ensino almejado pelas camadas interessadas em ascensΓ£o social e tecnica. Seus prΓ©dios sΓ£o construçáes coloniais, com arquitetura rebuscada, estilosos; janelΓ΅es de madeira nobre, ainda insensΓ­veis ao cupim. Uma coisa fantΓ‘stica em termos de concepção, pois possuem salas espaΓ§osas, bem arejadas, lousas imensas, mesas de cedro vernisadas, cheias de gavetas; seus corredores lembram aqueles do filme Harry Potter, sinistros de arrepiar. E no caso do Liceu Nilo PeΓ§anha, de NiterΓ³i, Rio de Janeiro, tem um sΓ³tΓ£o, que seguramente foi planejado como adega, pois tem balcΓ£ozinho cheio de compartimentos para copos, taΓ§as e talheres, Γ  frente de um espelho na parede em moldura de mogno e uma silhueta vitoriana; alΓ©m de um velho barril de carvalho, aonde, sem dΓΊvida, Casimiro de Abreu, Fagundes Varela, Lima Barreto e tantas outras celebridades literΓ‘rias desta terra de orfandades iniciaram-se nos caminhos da radicalidade estΓ©tica. - Conhece o sΓ³tΓ£o do Liceu? Indagou a morena, quase ao pΓ© do meu ouvido. - Γ‰ ideal para uma brincadinha... Insinuou ela. Respondi que lΓ‘ eu jΓ‘ namorei, me embriaguei, estudei e fiz muita reuniΓ£o do grΓͺmio. - EntΓ£o Γ© "liceano... Vamos!" Disseram ambas, quase em unΓ­ssono. No rΓ‘dio da cantina, exatamente Γ s dez da manhΓ£ no meu Rolex, tocava uma canção, cujo trecho diz assim:" Deixa isso pra lΓ‘, vem pra cΓ‘, venha ver. Eu nΓ£o tΓ΄ fazendo nada, nem vocΓͺ tambΓ©m..." e seguia insinuando outras coisas, ditas pela voz de um dos meus tantos Γ­dolos da mpb, Jair Rodrigues. Bom, pra encurtar o lererΓͺ, a morena estΓ‘ aqui em casa hΓ‘ 32 anos. JΓ‘ somos avΓ³s, e, nem os filhos nem os netos jamais saberΓ£o das nossas faΓ§anhas e quando lhe mostrei o rascunho deste texto, ela fitou-me com seu olhar fogueando e objetou: vocΓͺ nΓ£o pΓ΄r aΓ­ os detalhes... - Claro que nΓ£o!! SΓ£o nossas relΓ­quias! ***
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
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Coisas Do Arco Da Velha - Conto * Antonio Cabral Filho - Rj/Brasil
COISAS DO ARCO DA VELHA - Os etΓͺs gostam de bunda. Foi o que captei da conversa entre as meninas, enquanto caminhava no calΓ§adΓ£o do Liceu. - Tem caras que nΓ£o gostam, nΓ©; acho que nΓ£o sΓ£o chegados; comer um cuzinho serΓ‘ que nΓ£o faz bem?! - Cruz credo! Exclamei mentalmente, e segui meu caminho rumo ao FΓ³rum, que fica em frente. Elas vieram na minha direção, a passos firmes, olhar direto, "vocΓͺ tem fogo...", perguntou a morena pele-de-cuia, "e como tem", observou a loira de olhos azuis, tΓ­pica europeia, me examinando de cima a baixo, parando os olhos, ostensivamente, na minha barriguilha; "te vejo sempre por aqui", disse a morena, enquanto eu lhe entregava o isqueiro; "Γ©, estou sempre na cantina, tomando cafΓ©; cafΓ© de FΓ³rum Γ© choco, frio, fraco, e causa-me asia; entΓ£o, venho na cantina, Γ s vezes comer alguma coisa", concluΓ­. - Uma bucetinha, um cuzinho e o que mais? Indagou a loura, acendendo o cigarro. - VocΓͺ estΓ‘ sempre cercado de meninas! NΓ£o Γ© Γ  toa!! Vai ver Γ© o maior safadΓ£o, pica doce.... Completou a morena, sempre combinando seus ataques com a colega. O Liceu Γ© uma escola destinada Γ  classe mΓ©dia alta, concebida nos tempos do impΓ©rio, onde sΓ³ entravam filhinhos de papai e seus apadrinhados do aparelho de estado. Mas isso danΓ§ou com o advento da repΓΊblica, e hoje, assim como os "Pedro II", recebem qualquer um, desde que aguentem suas provas de avaliação, pois ainda sΓ£o um padrΓ£o de ensino almejado pelas camadas interessadas em ascensΓ£o social e tecnica. Seus prΓ©dios sΓ£o construçáes coloniais, com arquitetura rebuscada, estilosos; janelΓ΅es de madeira nobre, ainda insensΓ­veis ao cupim. Uma coisa fantΓ‘stica em termos de concepção, pois possuem salas espaΓ§osas, bem arejadas, lousas imensas, mesas de cedro vernisadas, cheias de gavetas; seus corredores lembram aqueles do filme Harry Potter, sinistros de arrepiar. E no caso do Liceu Nilo PeΓ§anha, de NiterΓ³i, Rio de Janeiro, tem um sΓ³tΓ£o, que seguramente foi planejado como adega, pois tem balcΓ£ozinho cheio de compartimentos para copos, taΓ§as e talheres, Γ  frente de um espelho na parede em moldura de mogno e uma silhueta vitoriana; alΓ©m de um velho barril de carvalho, aonde, sem dΓΊvida, Casimiro de Abreu, Fagundes Varela, Lima Barreto e tantas outras celebridades literΓ‘rias desta terra de orfandades iniciaram-se nos caminhos da radicalidade estΓ©tica. - Conhece o sΓ³tΓ£o do Liceu? Indagou a morena, quase ao pΓ© do meu ouvido. - Γ‰ ideal para uma brincadinha... Insinuou ela. Respondi que lΓ‘ eu jΓ‘ namorei, me embriaguei, estudei e fiz muita reuniΓ£o do grΓͺmio. - EntΓ£o Γ© "liceano... Vamos!" Disseram ambas, quase em unΓ­ssono. No rΓ‘dio da cantina, exatamente Γ s dez da manhΓ£ no meu Rolex, tocava uma canção, cujo trecho diz assim:" Deixa isso pra lΓ‘, vem pra cΓ‘, venha ver. Eu nΓ£o tΓ΄ fazendo nada, nem vocΓͺ tambΓ©m..." e seguia insinuando outras coisas, ditas pela voz de um dos meus tantos Γ­dolos da mpb, Jair Rodrigues. Bom, pra encurtar o lererΓͺ, a morena estΓ‘ aqui em casa hΓ‘ 32 anos. JΓ‘ somos avΓ³s, e, nem os filhos nem os netos jamais saberΓ£o das nossas faΓ§anhas e quando lhe mostrei o rascunho deste texto, ela fitou-me com seu olhar fogueando e objetou: vocΓͺ nΓ£o pΓ΄r aΓ­ os detalhes... - Claro que nΓ£o!! SΓ£o nossas relΓ­quias! ***
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CORDEL TROVADO * Antonio Cabral Filho - Rj * Meu bisavΓ΄ JoΓ£o Cabral Padrasto do meu avΓ΄, NΓ£o sabe quanto Γ© legal Me orgulhar de quem eu sou. * Meu avΓ΄ β€œ JosΓ© Cabral β€œ Γ‰ JosΓ© Pedro da Silva, Mas acabou como tal Pelas graΓ§as da mΓ£e diva. * Meu pai honra meu avΓ΄, SΓ£o CABRAIS de alto renome. Seus legados dΓ£o valor A quem tem Cabral no nome. * ANTONIO CABRAL DA SILVA, Que no Cavaco dedilha, Espero que a lira sirva De base na redondilha. * ANTONIO CABRAL Γ© homem, Pois homem tem que ser homem. Quem nΓ£o tem verve de ANTONIO, Tire o Cabral do seu nome. * Sou ANTONIO CABRAL FILHO, Que em vossa presenΓ§a emigra; Do pinto que nΓ£o quer milho JoΓ£o Cabral que lho diga. * Sei que nΓ£o fez porque qui-lo, Mas o Antonio Cabral, Assim, solteiro, sem FILHO, NΓ£o sou eu nem o LEGAL. * Todo CABRAL Γ© parente, Com raΓ­zes alΓ©m mar, Tem cara de boa gente, Mas Γ© bom nΓ£o descuidar... * Antonio fui batizado Por glΓ³ria da devoção, Mas CABRAL Γ© meu legado Pela pura tradição. * Aquele que nasce ANTONIO NΓ£o se dobra pelo cobre, Pois vem de filΓ£o idΓ΄neo E tem espΓ­rito nobre. ***
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
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Cordel Trovado * Antonio Cabral Filho - Rj/Brasil
CORDEL TROVADO * Antonio Cabral Filho - Rj * Meu bisavΓ΄ JoΓ£o Cabral Padrasto do meu avΓ΄, NΓ£o sabe quanto Γ© legal Me orgulhar de quem eu sou. * Meu avΓ΄ β€œ JosΓ© Cabral β€œ Γ‰ JosΓ© Pedro da Silva, Mas acabou como tal Pelas graΓ§as da mΓ£e diva. * Meu pai honra meu avΓ΄, SΓ£o CABRAIS de alto renome. Seus legados dΓ£o valor A quem tem Cabral no nome. * ANTONIO CABRAL DA SILVA, Que no Cavaco dedilha, Espero que a lira sirva De base na redondilha. * ANTONIO CABRAL Γ© homem, Pois homem tem que ser homem. Quem nΓ£o tem verve de ANTONIO, Tire o Cabral do seu nome. * Sou ANTONIO CABRAL FILHO, Que em vossa presenΓ§a emigra; Do pinto que nΓ£o quer milho JoΓ£o Cabral que lho diga. * Sei que nΓ£o fez porque qui-lo, Mas o Antonio Cabral, Assim, solteiro, sem FILHO, NΓ£o sou eu nem o LEGAL. * Todo CABRAL Γ© parente, Com raΓ­zes alΓ©m mar, Tem cara de boa gente, Mas Γ© bom nΓ£o descuidar... * Antonio fui batizado Por glΓ³ria da devoção, Mas CABRAL Γ© meu legado Pela pura tradição. * Aquele que nasce ANTONIO NΓ£o se dobra pelo cobre, Pois vem de filΓ£o idΓ΄neo E tem espΓ­rito nobre. ***
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