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Brandon Boyd

Cantante del Giorno: Ella Fitzgerald

Songs of The Soul

Love is the scent with the lotus born.
It is the silent choirs of petals
Singing the winter’s harmony of uniform beauty.
Love is the song of the soul, singing to God.
It is the balanced rhythmic dance of planets -
sun and moon lit
In the skyey hall festooned with fleecy clouds –
Around the sovereign Silent Will.
It is the thirst of the rose to drink the sunrays
And blush red with life.
‘Tis the promptings of the mother earth
To feed her milk to the tender, thirsty roots,
And to nurse all life.
It is the urge of the sun
To keep all things alive.

Love is the unseen craving of the Mother Divine
That took the protecting father–form,
And that feeds helpless mouths
With milk of mother’s tenderness.
It is the babies’ sweetness,
Coaxing the rain of parental sympathy
To shower upon them.
It is the lover’s unenslaved surrender to the beloved
To serve and solace.
It is the elixir of friendship,
Reviving broken and bruised souls.
It is the martyr’s zeal to shed his blood
For the well-beloved fatherland.
It is the ineffable, silent call of the heart to another heart.
It is the God-drunk poet’s heartaches
For every creature’s groans.

Love is to enjoy the family rose of petal-beings,
And thence to move to spacious fields -
Passing by portals of social, national, international sympathy,
On to the limitless Cosmic Home –
To gaze with looks of wonderment,
And to serve all that lives, still or moving.
This is to know what love is.
He knows who lives it.

Love is evolution’s ameliorative call
To the far-strayed sons
To return to Perfection’s home.
It is the call of the beauty – robed ones
To worship the great Beauty.
It is the call of God
Through silent intelligences
And starburst of feelings.

Love is the Heaven
Toward which the flowers, rivers, nations, atoms, creatures – you and I
Are rushing by the straight path of action right,
Or winding laboriously on error’s path,
All to reach haven there at last.

Paramahansa Yoganada

Chanel avec Diamants

Musique Du Jour

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And there is no combination of words I could say

But I will still tell you one thing,

We're better together

Together they had overcome the daily incomprehension, the instantaneous hatred, the reciprocal nastiness, and fabulous flashes of glory in the conjugal conspiracy. It was time when they both loved each other best, without hurry or excess, when both were most conscious of and grateful for their incredible victories over adversity. Life would still present them with other moral trials, of course, but that no longer mattered: they were on the other shore.

Gabril Garcia Marquez

Gangsta M.I.A

I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make 'em all day
I get one down in a second if you wait
I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make 'em all day
I get one down in a second if you wait
Sometimes I think sitting on trains
Every stop I get 'till I'm clocking that game
Everyone's a winner we're making our fame
Bonafide hustler making my name
Sometimes I think sitting on trains
Every stop I get 'till I'm clocking that game
Everyone's a winner we're making our fame
Bonafide hustler making my name
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And a (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And a (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money
Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bones
Running when we hit 'em
Lethal poison for their system
Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bones
Running when we hit 'em
Lethal poison for their system
No one on the corner has swagga like us
Hit me on my banner prepaid wireless
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already going hard just pumping that gas
Already goin hard just pumpin' that gas
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And a (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And a (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And a (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And a (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money
M.I.A.Third world democracy
Yeah, I got more records than the K.G.B.
So, uh, no funny business
YOU ARE ALREADY ARE! Some some some I some I murder
Some I some I let go
Some some some I some I murder
Some I some I let go

As estrelas são todas iluminadas.Será que elas brilham para que cada um possa encontrar a sua?

Como se diz mesmo, nostalgia?

Conheci Sick Boy no meio das pick ups e dos discos. Eu nao aprendi a tocar, ele sim… o teen com os cabelos loiros cacheados e olhos azuis mais lindos do mundo. Na segunda vez que nos vimos ele veio com seu sorriso gigante e seus beijos. Instantaneamente virou meu melhor amigos e por curtos dois anos eramos unha e carne. Ainda lembro as noites loucas, quando eu era mais jovem e forte e aguentava os trancos de ficar em pe dancando a noite toda rindo de tudo e vendo quem era o mais forte, a mais puta, o mais gostoso… Old times, good times. Cinco anos se passaram e hoje eu sei bem onde ele esta : dentro de mim mais do que nunca. E para sempre.