Recado

I think I'm in love with this song, this interpretation of the look and the voice of Maria Rita.

Eternally

Travelling

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On Air: Quoyle Falando de Amor

If pudesse por um dia eu, They love it alegria

Inner Visions

Finally stimuli, drugs, not raccontabili, as I translate the strange atmosphere in which I was surrounded last night, amid a small collective ritual, in a corner near a favela in Rio ... And to think that you say are dangerous places, are places to avoid, a street corner, cable stealing the light from an electric pole, and many races together a group of musicians playing, and cock ring .... and you feel small with your vision of Western music, always those patterns and those living, and instead look at the faces, hear the voices of women who sing all the songs, this ritual so 'far from the imagination of Europe, and' all so 'sacred, so' terribly spiritual, I see nothing of those aberrations that we import, and I do not see those prisons in which we are now fully connected, with childlike wonder I watch the mating rituals that take place around, everything is so 'simple, so' damn joyful, and the voices of women who sing occasionally interrupted by a wonderful man known. A child of 3 years with a cavaquinho, hand in hand of her mother singing, the drummers all synchronized into a stream of consciousness without interruption, and the faces, those faces .... those lips, I would need the wisdom of a painter to grasp that human just did not remember more, 'which I can not see the style of life's sad that we have built here ... I was afraid of south america, I was afraid of, l' I always circumnavigated, we walk around for years, I understand now presumptuously, that joy, that sacred power that I have heard in the imperfection of the sound, the edge of the abyss, feeling as a director with an eye out, and instead have the desire to be an actor, to take leave, loneliness and desire to want to drown my soul too contrived, too far from my heart more 'deep, I want to drown the samba. Taking pictures with your eyes, still images, smells, corners, I do not perceive the danger, what the fuck I told you, what you're talking about, what do I fear for those 4 coins in my pocket, Fuck you, do not apply the perception of what I never knew how to live. And it 's all so' difficult to translate into words, but now maybe I would like a piano, and I would not be ... finally not be able to get to what they are.

Maria Rita Mariano on air Ciranda do Mundo

Beauty

I am shocked by so much beauty ..... and 'inconceivable to have lived until now ignoring

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Catavento and Girassol

Catavento tem que meu in or há do lado de fora do teu Girassol ...

Cyclical harmonies, closed and introverted at times, open and estrosoverse in others, a masterpiece of synergy, melody, harmony, lyrics.

On Air: Fabio Catavento and Girassol (Guinga / Aldair Blanc)

Ocean

Enfim,
De Tudo O Que Ha Na Terra
NAO Nada Em Lugar Nenhum
this should increase; Sem Você Chegar
You longe De Tudo Parou
ninguém Sabe O Que Eu Sofri

I live in a strange dimension, particularly exasperated at this time, in an environment barren for most of the day. The strange thing in this world in which they are wrapped, there is no 'place for music or thought, and strangely enough when you're talking about, you're really an alien. Nobody knows what's inside me, what I want to express, I can not do.

NAO Nada Em Lugar Nenhum

There 's nothing in any place, and in this emotional state, and' still can not see it or find it. The anger I feel when the music is diminished, the feeling rendered superfluous, empty words, and all stride, and everything 'firm and quite impossible to tell at any point.

Um Amar and Desert E Seus Tremores
Vida que vai na sela dessas Dores

On Air: Ocean Quoyle (Djavan)

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