Life

Life, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day. Sometimes there are clouds of gloom, But these are transient all; If the shower will make the roses bloom, O why lament its fall ? Rapidly, merrily, Life's sunny hours flit by, Gratefully, cheerily, Enjoy them as they fly ! What though Death at times steps in And calls our Best away ? What though sorrow seems to win, O'er hope, a heavy sway ? Yet hope again elastic springs, Unconquered, though she fell; Still buoyant are her golden wings, Still strong to bear us well. Manfully, fearlessly, The day of trial bear, For gloriously, victoriously, Can courage quell despair ! Charlotte Brontë (1816-1855) became Currer Bell Afrodite e as Horas

FLUCTUATIONS

What though the Sun had left my sky;
To save me from despair
The blessed Moon arose on high,
And shone serenely there.

I watched her, with a tearful gaze,
Rise slowly o'er the hill,
While through the dim horizon's haze
Her light gleamed faint and chill.

I thought such wan and lifeless beams
Could ne'er my heart repay,
For the bright sun's most transient gleams
That cheered me through the day:

But as above that mist's control
She rose, and brighter shone,
I felt her light upon my soul;
But now–that light is gone!

Thick vapours snatched her from my sight,
And I was darkling left,
All in the cold and gloomy night,
Of light and hope bereft:

Until, methought, a little star
Shone forth with trembling ray,
To cheer me with its light afar–
But that, too, passed away.
Anon, an earthly meteor blazed
The gloomy darkness through;
I smiled, yet trembled while I gazed–
But that soon vanished too!

And darker, drearier fell the night
Upon my spirit then;–
But what is that faint struggling light?
Is it the Moon again?

Kind Heaven! increase that silvery gleam,
And bid these clouds depart,
And let her soft celestial beam
Restore my fainting heart!

Anne Brontë,17 de janeiro de 1820-28 de maio de 1849,became Acton Bell

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STARS

AH ! why, because the dazzling sun 
Restored our Earth to joy,
Have you departed, every one, 

And left a desert sky ?
All through the night, your glorious eyes
Were gazing down in mine,
And, with a full heart's thankful sighs,
I blessed that watch divine. 

I was at peace, and drank your beams
As they were life to me;
And revelled in my changeful dreams,
Like petrel on the sea.
Thought followed thought, star followed star,
Through boundless regions, on;
While one sweet influence, near and far,
Thrilled through, and proved us one ! 

Why did the morning dawn to break
So great, so pure, a spell;
And scorch with fire, the tranquil cheek,
Where your cool radiance fell ? 

Blood-red, he rose, and, arrow-straight,
His fierce beams struck my brow;
The soul of nature, sprang, elate,
But mine sank sad and low ! 

My lids closed down, yet through their veil,
I saw him, blazing, still,
And steep in gold the misty dale,
And flash upon the hill. 

I turned me to the pillow, then,
To call back night, and see
Your worlds of solemn light, again,
Throb with my heart, and me ! 

It would not do–the pillow glowed,
And glowed both roof and floor;
And birds sang loudly in the wood,
And fresh winds shook the door;
The curtains waved, the wakened flies
Were murmuring round my room,
Imprisoned there, till I should rise,
And give them leave to roam. 

Oh, stars, and dreams, and gentle night;
Oh, night and stars return !
And hide me from the hostile light,
That does not warm, but burn; 

That drains the blood of suffering men;
Drinks tears, instead of dew;
Let me sleep through his blinding reign,
And only wake with you ! 

Emily Brontë, became Ellis Bell ( 30 July 1818- 19 December 1848 )

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Madonna Louise Veronica Ciccone (Bay City, 16 de agosto de 1958)

"I am my own experiment. I am my own work of art." 


“A lot of people are afraid to say what they want. That’s why they don’t get what they want.” 

 Madonna

Às vezes muitas vezes, na coisa física parado de mim esgotado, uma caravana uma casa com rodas e ir, ir, sair de muito e ir ao encontro de muitos, livre, não ter pessoas, só as que ao lado passam e olham mais uma caravana vai, vai com um solitário lá dentro ao volante, janelas abertas, musica boa, achando-se livre, risonho, em movimento na A2 de ali a ali  tesão, desarrumo-o... vivo, agora sim é que é! E em movimento, sou tímido, sinto o cheiro da memoria boa, cago aonde, neste momento cheira-me a merda e a tejo, lindo dia de sol sentado, vem chuva e limpa -   amanha vou a 19. NunoAnael

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Dana International, em hebraico דנה אינטרנשיונל; em árabe دانا اٍنترنشيونال), Mulher Trans, Sharon Cohen, Tel Aviv, 2 de Fevereiro de 1972, cantora,

 To take a Yemenite girl from Tel Aviv at the beginning of her career and throw her into Europe with no language, no friends and family, no affection of any sort – all the things that I really love, it was really hard for me to survive and to understand that this was really what I wanted and that this hard way is more or less what I dreamed of. Dana International

Acredito sim nas fadas e nos fantasmas, todos voadores invisíveis aos cinco, mas não aos outros - uns no momento antes da vida e os outros no momento a seguir. NunoAL

José AssunçãoHá 3 anos A Fernanda ainda cantou durante muito tempo.Felizmente.

Pena ter vivido neste País tão ingrato para os seus valores.Trabalhei com Ela durante meses em Leiria,Vila Viçosa e Marinha Grande já na sua ultima fase.E sei que morreu triste...

Tenho Saudedes suas.

 

hukingxD1Há 4 anos

Fernanda farri é a minha avo :) é pena que ha falecceu

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locogat0Há 6 anos

Estou a imaginá-la como cantora de flamenco. Voz grande!

  

G MatosHá 7 anos

Quem é esta senhora ?

  

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Conchita Wurst, Gmunden, 6 de novembro de 1988, Thomas "Tom" Neuwirth

e eis uma das canções do festival de eurovisão de 74 em Lisboa, Fernanda Farri, maravilhosa mariposa, com uma expressividade incrível, sente-se a felicidade dela já no inicio de abril, liberdade, liberdade, Liberdade ainda por nascer, mas está quase, bebé nos braços 9 dias depois no nosso colo e então canta-nos assim, resultado zero pontos, portanto ganhou a imortalidade - única! a outra a seguir ganhou :)

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You only can hurt me if I don't know who I am.

Conchita Wurst

 

“live the life you want to live. Your Gender is not important, it's not important who you love or who you don't. It's important if you're a good person or not” 

― Conchita Wurst

Eu sou esta ao lado esquerdo de mim e olho para o olhar de quem olha para o todo - Eu no Outro em mim, em ti. NunoAL

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