Frases - Lana del Rey
"I belong to no one - who belonged to everyone,
Who had nothing, who wanted everything
With a fire for every experience
And an obsession for freedom"
Who had nothing, who wanted everything
With a fire for every experience
And an obsession for freedom"
"Saw those dreams
divided like a millions stars in the night sky
That I wished on over and over again - sparkling and broken."
"I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast
I am alone in the night"
"Live fast. Die young.
Be wild, and have fun"
divided like a millions stars in the night sky
That I wished on over and over again - sparkling and broken."
"I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast
I am alone in the night"
"Live fast. Die young.
Be wild, and have fun"
Don't Fear The Reaper - Blue Öyster Cult
"Come on baby (don't fear the reaper)
Baby take my hand (don't fear the reaper)
We'll be able to fly (don't fear the reaper)"
"Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared"
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared"
"The curtains flew and then he appeared (saying don't be afraid)
Come on baby (and she had no fear)
And she ran to him (then they started to fly)
They looked backward and said goodbye (she had become like they are)
She had taken his hand (she had become like they are)
Come on baby (don't fear the reaper)"
Death may be my only freedom
"I just sat there. And at some point I died. It wasn’t scary. Just… slow. And quiet. I was finally free."
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Patriotismo
“Patriotismo é a indigna limitação da alma por
fronteiras geográficas.”
- George Santayna
“Patriotismo é a convicção de que nosso país é
superior a todos os outros porque nascemos nele”
- George Bernard Shaw
First Aid Kit - Wolf
Let me see you run, hey ya hey ya
Holy light, oh, burn the night, oh keep the spirits strong
Watch it grow, child of wolf, keep holdin' on
When i run through the deep dark forest long after this begun
Where the sun would set, the trees were dead and the rivers were none
And i hope for a trace to lead me back home from this place
But there was no sound, there was only me and my disgrace
Wayward winds, the voice that sings of a forgotten land
See it fall, child of wolf, lend a mending hand
Filme - Into the wild (Na natureza selvagem) - Download
Sinopse:
Baseado na história real de Christopher McCandless, que aos 22 anos de idade resolveu se aventurar em meio à natureza, o filme Into the Wild é mais que uma simples crítica para nossa sociedade e nosso estilo de vida; é uma história de resistência que nós todos deveríamos nos inspirar.
Christopher nasce em uma família tradicional e bem sucedida da Califórnia, nos Estados Unidos, crescendo para ser um profissional bem sucedido e com todo o apoio de seu pai através de rígida educação. Chris realiza o sonho de seus pais e se forma em uma das melhores escolas de sua região com notas mais que suficientes para estudar em Harvard, para alegria de seu pai. Porém, seu filho resolve embarcar em uma aventura selvagem, doa todas suas economias para uma instituição de caridade, USS 24.000,00, abandona seus pertences capitalista e vai rumo a uma experiência que julga ser a verdadeira liberdade, sem a hipocrisia da sociedade para nos corromper.
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Baseado na história real de Christopher McCandless, que aos 22 anos de idade resolveu se aventurar em meio à natureza, o filme Into the Wild é mais que uma simples crítica para nossa sociedade e nosso estilo de vida; é uma história de resistência que nós todos deveríamos nos inspirar.
Christopher nasce em uma família tradicional e bem sucedida da Califórnia, nos Estados Unidos, crescendo para ser um profissional bem sucedido e com todo o apoio de seu pai através de rígida educação. Chris realiza o sonho de seus pais e se forma em uma das melhores escolas de sua região com notas mais que suficientes para estudar em Harvard, para alegria de seu pai. Porém, seu filho resolve embarcar em uma aventura selvagem, doa todas suas economias para uma instituição de caridade, USS 24.000,00, abandona seus pertences capitalista e vai rumo a uma experiência que julga ser a verdadeira liberdade, sem a hipocrisia da sociedade para nos corromper.
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http://www.mediafire.com/download/ymwpzrm6gc6c9ec/Into_the_wild_%2B_br_%2B_eng.rar
Rebellion
“Our very existence refuses your laws and your science, your religions and your philosophies.” B.E. Scully
"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion." Albert Camus
“Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being.” Albert Camus
Wicca - Goddess and God
The Goddess
The
Goddess is the universal mother. She is
the source of fertility, endless wisdom and loving caresses. As the Wicca know Her, She is often of three
aspects: The Maiden, The Mother and the
Crone, symbolized in the waving, full and waning of the Moon. She is at once the unploughed field, the full
harvest and the dormant, frost-covered Earth.
She gives birth to abundance. But
as life is Her gift, She lends it with the promise of death. This is not darkness and oblivion, but rest
from the toils of physical existence. It
is human existence between incarnations.
Since the Goddess is nature, all nature, She is both the Temptress
and the Crone; the tornado and the fresh spring rain; the cradle and the grave.
But though She is possessed of both natures, the Wicca revere Her as
the giver of fertility, love and abundance, though they acknowledge Her darker
side as well. We see Her in the Moon,
the soundless, ever-moving sea, and in the green growth of the first
spring. She is the embodiment of
fertility and love.
The Goddess has been known as the Queen of Heaven, Mother of the
Gods that Made the Gods, the Divine Source, the Universal Matrix, the Great
Mother, and by countless other titles.
Many symbols are used in Wicca to
honor Her, such as the cauldron, cup, labrys, five-petalled flowers, the
mirror, necklace, seashell, pearl, silver, emerald…to name a few.
As She has dominion over the Earth, sea and Moon, Her creatures are
varied and numerous. A few include the
rabbit, the bear, the owl, the cat, dog, bat, goose, cow, dolphin, lion, horse,
wren, scorpion, spider and bee. All are
sacred to the Goddess.
The Goddess has been depicted as a
huntress running with Her hounds; a celestial deity striding across the sky
with stardust falling from Her heels; a Crone walking by waning moonlight
seeking out the weak and forlorn, and as many other beings. But no matter how we envision Her, She is omnipresent,
changeless, eternal.
The God
The God has been revered for
eons. He is neither the stern,
all-powerful deity of Christianity and Judaism, nor is He simply the consort of
the Goddess. God or Goddess, they are
equal, one.
We see the God in the Sun, brilliantly shining overhead during
the day, rising and setting in the endless cycle which governs our lives. Without the Sun we could no exist; therefore
it has been revered as the source of all life, the warmth that bursts the
dormant seeds into life and hastens the greening of the Earth after the cold
snows of winter.
The God is also tender of the wild
animals. As the Horned God He is
sometimes seen wearing horns on His head, symbolizing His connection with these
beasts. In earlier times, hunting was
one of the activities thought to be ruled by the God, while the domestication
of animals was seen to be Goddess oriented.
The God’s domains include forests
untouched by human hands, burning deserts and towering mountains. The stars, since they are but distant suns,
are sometimes thought to be under His domain.
The yearly cycle of greening,
maturation and harvest has long been associated with the Sun, hence the solar
festivals of Europe (further discussed in
Chapter Eight: The Days of Power) which are still observed in Wicca.
The God is the fully ripened
harvest, intoxication wine pressed from grapes, golden grain waving in a lone
field, shimmering apples hanging from verdant boughs on October afternoons.
With the Goddess He also
celebrates and rules sex. The Wicca
don’t avoid sex or speak of it in hushed words.
It’s part of nature and is accepted as such. Since it brings pleasure, shifts our
awareness away from the everyday world and perpetuates our species, it is
thought to be sacred. The God lustily
imbues us with the urge that ensures our species’ biological future.
Symbols often used to depict or to
worship the God include the sword, horns, spear, candle, gold, brass, diamond,
the sickle, arrow, magical wand, trident, knife and others. Creatures sacred to Him include the bull,
dog, snake, fish, stag, dragon, wolf, boar, eagle, falcon, shark, lizard and
many others.
Of old, the God was the Sky
Father, and the Goddess, the Earth Mother.
The God of the sky, of rain and lightning, descended upon and united
with the Goddess, spreading seed upon the land, celebrating Her fertility.
Fonte: Wicca A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner
Mad World - Gary Jules
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world ... mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world ... mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world
Oração ao lobo
" Lobo irmão espiritual que me fortalece, cuja forma e força alimenta meu espírito. Nas horas em que busco te encontrar, com olhos de fogo pelas noites das florestas de minha alma. Dai-me tua nobreza Oh Grande
Lobo, dai-me tua paciência de caçador para que jamais venha a render-me a mim mesmo. Dai-me o dom, a paz que teus cantos sagrados pela bruma escura espalham sobre os que te sentem rosnar no peito. Dai-me forças para seguir ouvindo o vento, para sentir tua presença em comunhão com o Grande Espírito que em tudo está. Que tua presença jamais se abale diante das montanhas cinzas que me cercam, para que ouvindo-te clamar aos vossos pelas noites, possa eu em tua forma fazer-me ouvir em teus uivos sagrados"
Lobo, dai-me tua paciência de caçador para que jamais venha a render-me a mim mesmo. Dai-me o dom, a paz que teus cantos sagrados pela bruma escura espalham sobre os que te sentem rosnar no peito. Dai-me forças para seguir ouvindo o vento, para sentir tua presença em comunhão com o Grande Espírito que em tudo está. Que tua presença jamais se abale diante das montanhas cinzas que me cercam, para que ouvindo-te clamar aos vossos pelas noites, possa eu em tua forma fazer-me ouvir em teus uivos sagrados"
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