So when I was very young, I longed for Brazil.
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The Poem Perpetually Longed For
THE POEM PERPETUALLY LONGED FOR
The poem perpetually longed for
Is like the love
One wanted to spend one’s life with
The love that came and went away
And will never return again.
The Poem Perpetually Longed for
Is like a second love
Never as young as the first
Loved with an old man’s love
The Poem Perpetually Longed for
Is like a love held in heart
To the end of one’s days
A love one will be buried with
forever.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Also, there are now new laws in Brazil which create incentives for Argentine and Latin American films to be premiered and distributed in Brazil and vice versa.
quote by Walter Salles
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When We Were Young
WHEN WE WERE YOUNG
1)
When we were young
The world was young
Now we are old
And the world is old too.
2)
When we were young
The world was young
Now we are old
And the world is younger
than we are.
3)
When the world was young
I was not young
Now I am old
And the world is older- also.
4)
To be old is to be sadder
So much is not here any more
One will never be
What one was-
One can still hope faintly to be
One what longed to be-
But one knows
This too probably
Will not be given.
5)
Oh how Youth flies by in it all its glory
Oh how Time leaves us alone
With our memories and sadnesses
Our fears
For what is yet to come.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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So Any Team As Such
Though Brazil has the class and Brazil has the flair
Who wins the F I F A World cup i can't say i much care
'Tis more about Nationalism than 'tis about sport
So any team as such i do not support.
The top soccer players are paid millions a year
And stories of their greatness we are obliged to hear
Millions in money for just chasing a ball
It hardly does seem for to make sense at all.
When people are homeless and dying of hunger every day
Yet many spend their savings watching millionaires play
For selves, Nation and glory in the World's biggest game
Many find satisfaction in other people's fame.
If the money they spent on creating millionaires
And making small gods of renowned soccer players
Was spent on the people of assistance in need
To a better life for millions that surely would lead.
Brazil has the class and Brazil has the skill
But millions go hungry in poor old Brazil
And 'tis more about Nationalism than 'tis about sport
So any team as such i do not support
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Great Footballers Of Brazil
Unrivalled for their football skill
The great footballers of Brazil
And though they too have known of defeat
In the World Cup one of the hardest teams to beat
The present World Champions are Italy
The World's best team as most would agree
But in the showpiece of World Football
Brazil have the best record of all
To Italy the 2006 World Champions well done
They were the best and the best won
But in 2010 their title they defend
A hard task of that why pretend
And one of their main threats is surely Brazil
A team known for their football skill.
poem by Francis Duggan
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There are many young talents in Brazil. There is a lot of hope in Felipe Massa. It is very difficult to judge him in his first year, but by the end of the end we are going to have a better position how he does in Formula One.
quote by Emerson Fittipaldi
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Varanda
Siting outside in the varanda
I am enjoying the summer in Brazil
The passion fruit tree is blooming
The bloom of the passion tree is colorful
It is amazing to see it
The palm trees are tall
I can see it
This is a tropical country
This hot weather is beautiful
I could have it all
Year around if I lived in Brazil
But I don't
I live in Canada
poem by Aldo Kraas
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the Brazil in my mind
where is the last beat?
i should have told you it is somewhere in Brazil,
no, i am not reminded of the soft blue sea
and the white sands
no, it is not the glow of the light in the cottage
on those blackouts of my mind,
you have seen it, somewhere in the pages of the book
that i did not finish
my heart wants to die still in my country
despite its prison bars
but i must give credits to Brazil
whose hands shall caress me with the joys of my imagination
before i die
my heart still utters the word life
despite the
disappointment
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If I Were Young Again
IF I WERE YOUNG AGAIN
If I were young again
I'd still be too shy to try
With the girl I longed for from a distance-
I still would be hidden in my books
Unable to move much in the world -
I'd still be confused trying to understand it all
Hoping that somehow I would read my way to knowing everything-
If I were young again
I would have the same failings
The same hesitations -
I'd think I was racing ahead
While falling behind -
I'd still have my envies my lusts
I would still be only a small part
of all I hoped to be
I would still be my only one small self
in a world with so much 'somebody else'-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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When I Was A Young Girl
(A Song of Old Ballads)
WHEN I was a young girl, all in a green arbor,
When I was a young girl in Springtimes gone by
All the long days I went singing and smiling,
Down by the roses the sweet days beguiling,
Love in the arbor and love in the sky . . .
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, how happy was I!
Oh, the long days I must sit at my sampler,
Oh, the slow way that the still time would go!
I longed to be running across the bright heather,
'Off with the silk gown and on with the leather,
Following the raggle-taggle gypsies, oh!'
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, a long time ago!
When I was a young girl in days that were golden,
When I was a young girl, and life had no smart,
All the world seemed a place for my playing,
Full of great lovers to come to me, saying,
'Madam, I give you the keys of my heart . . .'
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, and dreaming apart!
When I was a young girl, I dreamed of my lover,
A tall cavalier who should whisper me low,
'Love, on your lips are red roses a-blowing,
I am your true love, and fast is time going
Am I your true love? Oh, say yes or no!'
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl–
When I was a young girl, a long time ago!
When I was a young girl there came my true lover,
Swiftly I knew him in glad days gone by;
Never a sword or a lovelock or feather,
But oh, at his touch 'twas our hearts came together,
Love in the arbor and love in the sky . . .
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, how happy was I!
poem by Margaret Widdemer
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Boys From Brazil
Boys from brazil
Champagne
Desert shore
Celebrate
Memorize
Associate lips with the poor
Eyes of the world on you
Boys from brazil
Champagne
Desert shore
What can you say
About anything lost now
What can you say
About stolen things too
Anything stolen
Something is lost now
What can you say
And how fast can things move
Boys from brazil
Fortune of bird in flight
Tycoons and whirlwind
Brings a hush on lovers voice
Eyes of the world on you
Boys from brazil
Champagne
Desert shore
Babies cannot manage
Lust and ambition
Babies only speak and ingenious talk
Badies dont remember
Chance or up in shame
Badies cannot manage crocodiles
Boys from brazil
Gentleman and adventure
Killing hearts and gentle life
Spending money in capitals
Eyes of the world on you
Not just the boy thats crying wolf now
Someone else is screaming up at our door
Not just a body thats crying wolf now
Eyes of the world on you
Taking tracks back
Slip a while back
In forward moves
Boys taking tracks back
Slip a while
Forward moves forward moves
Slip a while
Lyrics : j kerr music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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A, B, C to X, Y, Z!
To feed my mind and, to feed your brain!
Brazil and brazil;
But, most people only go to church without reading the Bible! !
And, they always miss the truth as spoken in the Bible.
Some people sleep on feathers and others sleep on woods,
From A, B, C to X, Y, Z!
And like the summer hut in the land of your muse;
But, it is time for us to know the truth.
The attention,
The attraction,
The affection;
But, don't afflict others in the name of hatred!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Because as a youngster I longed to see the Black man free and I longed to see anyone stand up for us.
quote by Louis Farrakhan
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How I longed to see these things; how I longed to see the Liberty Bell and walk on the streets where Thomas Jefferson, Tom Paine and Benjamin Franklin had walked.
We kissed.
We kissed and kissed.
But never stayed together.
We longed and longed,
Always promising to make it better.
poem by Peter Vealey
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I Have Longed to Move Away
I have longed to move away
From the hissing of the spent lie
And the old terrors' continual cry
Growing more terrible as the day
Goes over the hill into the deep sea;
I have longed to move away
From the repetition of salutes,
For there are ghosts in the air
And ghostly echoes on paper,
And the thunder of calls and notes.
I have longed to move away but am afraid;
Some life, yet unspent, might explode
Out of the old lie burning on the ground,
And, crackling into the air, leave me half-blind.
Neither by night's ancient fear,
The parting of hat from hair,
Pursed lips at the receiver,
Shall I fall to death's feather.
By these I would not care to die,
Half convention and half lie.
poem by Dylan Thomas
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Tectonic plates
I have longed to kiss.
That brow of sunken silence
I have longed to reminisce.
The furrowed arches she'd raised.
Such tenderness abreast
Is spellbindingly, tainted.
At worst; fractures, like these
Are tectonic plates, moving, southwest?
But I swear I still have her heart and soul
They're still under my house arrest
Even though, I'm now, homeless.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Hilary
They killed it.
And ever afterwards
There was something dead inside of her,
A failure of feeling.
She longed for a time
When food would taste again,
The days no longer be joyless, nor the nights interminable.
She longed to escape from this misery,
Where time itself was sick, and the years were extra,
Where daffodils and all the emblems of spring
Were just the pale remembrances of her abortive dreams.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Everybody likes Brazil and we want the Brazilians to come out.
quote by Alan Hansen
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Look at me and tell me if I don't have Brazil in every curve of my body.
quote by Carmen Miranda
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