«Por meio da morte ou da doença, da pobreza ou da voz do dever, cada um de nós é forçado a aprender que o mundo não foi feito para nós e que, não importa quão belas as coisas que almejamos, o destino pode, não obstante, proibi-las.» Bertrand Russell
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Acompanha bem a chuva de Agosto
Summertime
(Du Bose Heyward / Ira Gershwin)
Summertime and the living is easy
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high
Your dad is rich and your mom’s good looking
So hush little baby baby don’t you cry
One of these mornings you’re gonna rise up singing
Then you’ll spread your wings
And you’ll take to the sky
But till that morning
There ain’t nothing can harm you
With daddy and mommy mommy standing by
One of these mornings you’re gonna rise up singing
Then you’ll spread your wings
And you’ll take to the sky
But till that morning
There ain’t nothing can harm you
With daddy and mommy mommy standing by
So hush little baby baby don’t you cry
Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong
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