Para ti, de quem só tenho milagres, sonhos, e esperança.


BEFORE I GET OLD
(Sullivan) 1990

I'm going to kiss the girls, make them cry
Live too fast, still not die - before I get old
I'm going to see you raised above this place
Watch the moments shine upon your face
Before I get old
I'll watch the sun set over every sea
From every city wall, every mountain peak
Before I get old
The Northern Lights and the Southern Cross
The harvests and the miles of dust
And the blowing wind across the world
So wrap this coat around yourself
And leave what's done behind
There's so much left for us to do
And yet there's so little time
I'm going to pull the fences to the ground
Watch the twisted towers come crumbling down
And start again
I want to be a hero and a villain and a father and a son
Take care of my body and abuse it still
Until everything goes numb
So let's make this dance and never fear
That there's any real reason why we're all here
Live real fast, still not die
Before I get old

Thanx ao Alberto :)

Cromos, série IV

Rafael Leonidas Trujillo Molina (October 24, 1891–May 30, 1961) was the head of state of the Dominican Republic from 1930 until 1961, occupying the office of President of the Republic in 1930–38 and 1942–52. At the end of his final term, he engineered his continued rule of the country as de facto head of state, or dictator. Trujillo was commonly nicknamed, by the country's citizens, "El Chivo" ("the Goat," it being a promiscuous animal) in allusion to his many adulterous relationships.

During the United States occupation (1916–1924), Trujillo joined the National Guard, trained by the United States Marines to maintain order after the occupation. Quickly rising to high rank, Trujillo overthrew President Horacio Vásquez in 1930. After a devastating hurricane destroyed much of Santo Domingo, Trujillo devised a rebuilding plan to modernize the city, which he renamed Ciudad Trujillo (Trujillo City). He also renamed the highest point of the country Pico Trujillo (Trujillo Peak) after himself. Statues of himself were everywhere in the Republic. Trujillo used his political control to obtain great personal wealth. He achieved support from the United States by becoming one of Latin America's leading anti-communists.

He ruled with absolute authority. Until his demise, Dominican schoolchildren recited daily prayers for "God, country, and Trujillo," many households were required to post plaques professing allegiance to the official state party, Partido Dominicano, and travel by Dominicans within their country was surveiled or prohibited. His secret police (SIM, for Military Intelligence Service) jailed, tortured, or killed any opposition.

Trujillo's first wife, Aminta Ledesma, came from his hometown and they married in 1913. They had two children; one died early, and one was a daughter named Flor de Oro. He divorced her to marry a more socially acceptable woman, Bienvenida Ricardo, of a provincial aristocratic family. In 1937 he divorced again (his wife then being pregnant with a girl, who would be named Odette); his third wife was María Martínez, the daughter of Spanish immigrants. María bore him three children: sons Ramfis and Rhadamés, named after characters in Aida, and daughter Angelita. Trujillo was well-known for his adulterous affairs; for instance, he had a rather controversial one with Lina Lovatón Pittaluga, an upper-class debutante, just after marrying Martínez.

When you pray in silence
And see our Jesus stagger
Awake! Take a perfumed candle
And use life like a dagger
I'm your accidental protege
The gift, the blood
The thrownaway
The silver chain has broken?
Goals and dreams fulfill
With emptiness with instinct
With impurity and will
I'm your accidental protege
The grave, the love
The yesterday
In this, my year of three winters
Where orchards fade, fade
And fall
Like loaf of love's
New bake
Fallen, beautiful, adored?
I'm your accidental protege
The gift, the blood
The thrownaway
I though I found a paradise
But, paradise came and wept
Like the wind through the
Winter's woods
It cowed and took a breath
I'm your accidental protege
The grave, the love
The yesterday

-DiJ

Capa e álbum do ano.

I've been watching you up in the corner
Watching you from down below
I've watching you dance in the shadows
Watching you I'm falling to pieces

And when everything that you do loses beauty
When everything's taboo and unkind
And the only thing you ever dream of is sharpening knives
Sharpening knives

I've been watching you up in the corner
Watching you from down below
I've watching you dance in the darkness
Watching you I'm falling to pieces

And when everything that you do loses beauty
When everything's taboo and unkind
And the only thing you ever dream of is sharpening knives
Sharpening knives

Sharpening knives [x4]

Sharpening knives (I've been watching you...) [x8]

And when everything that you do loses beauty
When everything's taboo and unkind
And the only thing you ever dream of is sharpening knives
Sharpening knives

Sharpening knives (I've been watching you...)
I've been watching you

Ana, sim, tu, Gwen, a rodar Death in June, discografia completa, ouve com afinco.

andre says:
ou decimus brutus
Lord of Morning says:
so dois nao, pa
Lord of Morning says:
decimus brutus medianoctis
Lord of Morning says:
quincunx sulla nox
andre says:
decimus brutus medianoctis regicidius
Lord of Morning says:
brutus regicidius cum tempus compensta
Lord of Morning says:
compensata
Lord of Morning says:
et mons perennius proscritae traversa
Lord of Morning says:
laudate laudate diminutum rex!
andre says:
filis filis brutus crassus errare
Lord of Morning says:
quosque tandem
Lord of Morning says:
insani omnibus sunt
Lord of Morning says:
nii
Lord of Morning says:
insanii
andre says:
lol
andre says:
lolus
Lord of Morning says:
issus!
Lord of Morning says:
grandamocus!
andre says:
leitonus
Lord of Morning says:
cum baldis ad excrementia, ta frio
andre says:
verius coldus
andre says:
estus morningae
Lord of Morning says:
caldum vertis in topo pyra minor, avec panis
Lord of Morning says:
esta merda eh de chorar!
andre says:
et circensis
Lord of Morning says:
panem,panem
andre says:
in strpius clubis dopos
andre says:
pinius matronis
Lord of Morning says:
donec eris felix, multos numerabilis amicos
katatonia aeterna d'apres unglaublich pints of malt
andre says:
brius alternis
Lord of Morning says:
pintodecostis per capra aurea enrabadus!
andre says:
multos numerabilis vasus di vinus
andre says:
Carolinae dignat matronis
andre says:
vadus laborare
Lord of Morning says:
ui! ui! multissimo faecunda in mamas potentissimas

BALLAD
(Sullivan) 1986

When they look back at us and they write down their history
What will they say about our generation?
We're the ones who knew everything and still we did nothing
Harvested everything, planted nothing.
Well we live pretty well in the wake of the goldrush
Floating in comfort on waves of our apathy
Quietly gnawing away at Her body
Until we mortgage the future, bury our children
Storehouses full with the fruits we've been given
We send off the scrag-ends to suckle the starving
But still we can't feed this strange hunger inside
Greedy, restless and unsatisfied.

I was never much one for the great "Big Bang" theory
Going out in a blaze of suicidal glory
Not foolish and brave, these leaders of ours
Just stupid and petty, unworthy of power;
Just a little leak here and a small error there
Another square mile poisoned forever
A series of sad and pathetic little fizzles
And out go the lights, never to return.
The affair it is over, the passion is dead
She stares at us now with ice in Her eyes
But we turn away from these bitter reproaches
And take up distractions to forget what we're doing

I stand on these hills and I watch Her at night
A thousands square miles, a million orange lights
Wounded and scarred, She lies silent in pain
Raped and betrayed in the cold acid rain
And I wish and I wish
We could start over again
Yes I wish and I wish
We could win back Her love once again

Foi hoje.

Eat your heart out, Pieni ;)