Showing posts with label Fado. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fado. Show all posts
Sunday, September 16, 2018
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Monday, October 06, 2014
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Sunday, December 01, 2013
Wednesday, January 02, 2013
Friday, December 28, 2012
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Saturday, September 03, 2011
Time for a Fado
And here the lyrics in English, with thanks to dulcepontes.net
Júlia Galdéria / Lived in misery / She was the guilty one, / She had no husband / Lived alone / There in Lançada. / Lived contented / Looked at people / With the air of mockery, / And all that she had / A little bottle Of old cachaça / Júlia Galdéria, / One day died, / It was the Cinco Tavern / That suffered the most…Oh Júlia Galdéria, / Your sad story! / But I’ve not forgotten / And have drunk to your memory! / You’ll fall here / You’ll fall there / And I’ll put you on your feet, / By St. Martinho / You drank good wine / And good rum! / Rude Júlia, You’re alcoholized, This is the mystery! / You emptied the barrel, / Stretched your long legs, / Went to end up at the cemetery…
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
As someone asked*
* ... and (almost) always I do enjoy when someone would "look through" my innuendos.
Yes. I get the slightly strong feeling I am fad(o)ing away.
Nothing to worry. That's (part of) life. And thus: Part of Omnium.
Part of Omnium is also: I could be wrong.
Ah, isn't life / Omnium fascinating?
... Well, at least as long as one is able to look on the bright side of life.
May the living never envy the dead.
The peace of the night.
Yes. I get the slightly strong feeling I am fad(o)ing away.
Nothing to worry. That's (part of) life. And thus: Part of Omnium.
Part of Omnium is also: I could be wrong.
Ah, isn't life / Omnium fascinating?
... Well, at least as long as one is able to look on the bright side of life.
May the living never envy the dead.
The peace of the night.
Monday, May 09, 2011
Thursday, June 03, 2010
I don't ask for empathy
... either you feel it, or you don't.
Labels:
Andrea Bocelli,
Dulce Pontes,
Fado,
songs
What a voice
Am I sad, tonight? Do I feel sentimental?
No.
How could one who'd now and then be considered (ice-)cold, heartless, selfish, feel ... Fado-esque?
Ah, don't wonder, don't ponder.
Just open your ears, listen ... and agree: What a voice.
No.
How could one who'd now and then be considered (ice-)cold, heartless, selfish, feel ... Fado-esque?
Ah, don't wonder, don't ponder.
Just open your ears, listen ... and agree: What a voice.
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