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Deeper, Hillsong United

Light to men
Love of God
Healing for the wounded heart
Like a child quiet my soul
Hear Your voice surround me Lord

Jesus, hold me into Your heart
Into Your heart
Lord my soul delights
And I know You hear my prayer
Take me deeper Lord

Glorious Son to You I shall bow
Bow my knee, bow my will
Cherished by the strong and the weak
Humble hearts shall hear You speak
And by Your love Lord You opened my heart
Now Your light will shine always
By Your Word Lord Your promise secure
And my soul will live always
Take me deeper Lord

Desabafo:

Eu digo. Eu exclamo. EU GRITO. Porque raio tive eu que ler Ma Rainey's Black Bottom no secundário se o livro Look back in Anger é muito muito muito muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuito mais giro!

O Ma Rainey's Black Bottom até começou bem mas detestei aquele fim. O Look Back in Anger é tão mais giro.

Excertos do livro:

Helena: I think you're a very tiresome young man.
Jimmy: Oh dear, oh dear, my wife's friends. Pass Lady Bracknell the cucumber sandwiches, will you?

[...]

Jimmy: On a Sunday evening in this town? Where on earth are you going?
Alison: (rising)I'm going out with Helena.
Jimmy: That's not a direction - that's an affliction.

[...]

Helena: (like ice) If you come any nearer, I will slap your face.

Jimmy: I hope you won't make the mistake of thinking for one moment that I am a gentleman.

Helena: I'm not very likely to do that.

Jimmy: (...)If you slap my face - by God, I'll lay you out.
Helena: You probably would, you're the type.
Jimmy: You bet I'm the type, the type that detests physical violence.

[...]

Helena: (...)And all the time you just sit there, and do nothing!
Cliff: That's right - I just sit here.
Helena: What's the matter with you? What sort of a man are you?
Cliff: I'm not the District Commissioner, you know.

[...]
Cliff: I love those two people very much. (He looks at her steadily, and adds simply) And I pity all of us.
Helena: (...)I don't understand you or him or any of it.

[...]

Cliff : Jimmy - I don't think I shall stay here much longer.
Jimmy: Oh, why not?
Cliff: Oh, I don't know. I've just thought of trying somewhere different. The sweet-stall's all right, but I think I'd like to try something else. You're highly educated, and it suits you but I need something a bit better.

[...]

Cliff: My feet hurt.
Jimmy: Try washing your socks.

É tão giro este livro. Que me perdoe August Wilson mas eu gostei muito mais do livro Look back in Anger de John Osborne.

[Acho que fiz jus à nossa raiva do Ma Rainey's Black Bottom, Joana S.]

(Imagem retirada de : www.theatreview.org.nz)

Much Ado About Nothing, William Shakespeare

Beatrice: I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior Benedick: nobody marks you.

Benedick: What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?

Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come in her presence.

Benedick: Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I love none.

Beatrice : A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.

Benedick: God keep your ladyship still in that mind! so some gentleman or other shall 'scape a predestinate scratched face.

Beatrice: Scratching could not make it worse, an 'twere such a face as yours were.

Benedick:Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher.

Beatrice: A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.

Benedick: I would my horse had the speed of your tongue, and so good a continuer. But keep your way, i' God's name; I have done.

Beatrice: You always end with a jade's trick: I know you of old.

"Sigh no more, ladies, sigh nor more;
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never;
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny;
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into. Hey nonny, nonny (...)"

Como eu gosto desta peça de Shakespeare...

Belas tardes que nós passámos a ver este filme na tua casa joana...e belas férias sem televisão...li a peça num instantinho...temos que repetir a sessão de cinema:)

(Primeira imagem retirada de www.ibiblio.org e a segunda de www.greatbooksandfilm.com )

Oliver Twist, Charles Dickens

Já o tinha começado a ler o ano passado mas, como de costume, deixei-o na prateleira enquanto lia outros livros, aqueles livros que temos mesmo de ler no momento ( já! já! já!).
Por algum motivo parece que o senhor livro que tinha deixado a meio sorriu para mim nestas férias e não resisti...cá estou eu outra vez a ler o coitado do oliver. Estou numa fase de felicidade e não sei porquê acho que o Mr. Bumble vai tramar algo com o stranger...huuum...esperemos para ver.

Fica aqui duas pequeninas citações.
"Oliver Twist has asked for more!"

"Joy and grief were mingled in the cup; but there were no bitter tears: for even grief itself arose so softened, and clothed in such sweet and tender recollections, that it became a solemn pleasure, and lost all character of pain."