Queremos paz
Queremos construir una vida mejor para nuestro pueblo
Independientes
Queremos paz
Queremos construir una vida mejor para nuestro pueblo
Independientes
Queremos paz
Queremos construir una vida mejor para nuestro pueblo
Independientes
Queremos paz
Queremos construir una vida mejor para nuestro pueblo
Independientes
You may write me down in history
With your bitter twisted lies
You may tread me down in the very dirt
And still like the dust I’ll rise
Today’s music is dedicated to all the people suffering of being homeless or oppressed by wars or climate catastrophes, specially for my beloved gaucho friends. We’ll rise from it. There’s no other alternative.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter twisted lies
You may tread me down in the very dirt
And still like the dust I’ll rise
Does my happiness upset you
Why are you beset with gloom
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got an oil well
Pumping in my living room
So you may shoot me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
And I’ll rise, I’ll rise, I’ll rise, rise, rise
Out of the shacks of history’s shame
Up from a past rooted in pain
I’ll rise, I’ll rise, I’ll rise, rise, rise
Now did you want to see me broken
Bowed head and lowered eyes
Shoulders fallen down like tear drops
Weakened by my soulful cries
Does my confidence upset you
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got a diamond mine
Breaking up in my front yard
So you may shoot me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
And I’ll rise, I’ll rise, I’ll rise, rise, rise
Out of the shacks of history’s shame
Up from a past rooted in pain
I’ll rise, I’ll rise, I’ll rise, rise, rise
So you may write me down in history
With your bitter twisted lies
You may tread me down in the very dirt
And still like the dust I’ll rise
Does my happiness upset you
Why are you beset with gloom
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got a goldmine
Digging up in my living room
Now, you may shoot me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
And I’ll rise, I’ll rise, I’ll rise, rise, rise
Out of the shacks of history’s shame
Up from a past rooted in pain
I’ll rise, I’ll rise, I’ll rise, rise
Yes, I’ll rise
You may shoot me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
And I’ll rise, I’ll rise, I’ll rise, rise, rise
Out of the shacks of history’s shame
Up from a past rooted in pain
I’ll rise, I’ll rise, I’ll rise, rise, rise
I’m gonna rise, I’ll rise, I’ll rise, rise, rise
I’ll rise, I’ll rise, I’ll rise, rise, rise
Sit down next to me
Move a little closer
Just you wait and see
Why do I feel like you feel like you know just what I need?
Why can’t you see what I see when my friends look back at me?
I’m not alone I’ve got my boys here with me
Right here with them is right where I wanna be
Sit back down, join the ride
I’m here just you wait and see
Move a little closer
Sit down next to me
Move a little closer
Just you wait and see
I sit and smile all the while you go on about your dreams
I do my best act impressed baby nothing’s what it seems
Your dreams are fine I hope they all come true
But you can’t have me stealing space from you
Show me a man who’s not scared of all the things I plan to do
Show me one
Move a little closer
Sit down next to me
Move a little closer
Just you wait and see
Move
A little
Move a little closer
Sit down next to me
Move a little closer
Just you wait and see
Move a little closer
Sit down next to me
Move a little closer
Just you wait and see
Maintenant
On te donne trois balles, on te donne trois balles
On te donne trois balles, la première t’es un môme
Tu prends d’la cadence, tu entres dans la danse
Dans la violence des chocs, tu comprends ta chance
Tu sais maintenant comment, tu sais maintenant comment
Tu sais maintenant comment, ton histoire commence
On joue sa vie comme on joue au flipper
Déjà tout môme on flippe de bumper en bumper
On gagne on perd, et toujours on espère
Pouvoir s’en refaire une petite
Gratuite, gratuite, gratuite, gratuite
On te donnes trois balles, on te donnes trois balles
On te donnes trois balles, la deuxième t’es un grand
Il faut te démerder, tu commence à ruser, hein ?
Tu cherches un abris et quand tu l’as trouvé
Tu te vois éjecté, à vitesse grand V
Vers le bumper d’en face, qui t’attend dans l’impasse
Vers le bumper d’en face, qui t’attend dans l’impasse
On joue sa vie comme on joue au flipper
Déjà tout môme on flippe de bumper en bumper
On gagne on perd, et toujours on espère
Pouvoir s’en refaire une petite
Gratuite, gratuite, gratuite, gratuite
Attention au tilt
Attention au tilt, t’a perdu la boule mon gars
Non !
On te donnes trois balles, on te donnes trois balles
On te donnes trois balles, la troisième t’es un vieux
Vieux, vieux, vieux, vieux, vieux, vieux, trop vieux
Tu es très fatigué tu veux te reposer
Tu branles la machine, tu courbes l’échine, l’échine
Le dernier bumper t’envoie dans l’dernier trou
Le dernier bumper t’envoie dans l’dernier trou
Sur ta tombe y a écrit
Sur ta tombe y a écrit
Sur ta tombe y a écrit
It’s more fun to compete, More fun to compete
It’s more fun to compete, More fun to compete
It’s more fun to compete, More fun to compete
It’s more fun to compete, More fun to compete
On joue sa vie comme on joue au flipper
Déjà tout môme on flippe de bumper en bumper
On gagne on perd, et toujours on espère
Pouvoir s’en refaire une petite
Je dis petite, oh non non petite
Heiiiin gratuite, gratuite, gratuite, gratuite
Selecionado para a mostra Outros Olhares do 4º Olhar de Cinema – Festival Internacional de Curitiba -, no qual terá suas primeiras exibições no Brasil, o documentário A Loucura Entre Nós acompanhou durante três anos a rotina de um hospital psiquiátrico de Salvador onde também funcionava a ONG Criamundo, que tem a missão de reinserir pacientes com problemas psiquiátricos no mercado de trabalho e na sociedade em geral.
Dirigido por Fernanda Vareille, brasileira atualmente radicada na França, o trabalho discute os limites muitas vezes tênues entre loucura e normalidade, dando atenção especial a duas mulheres de classes sociais e origens bem diferentes: Leonor e Elizângela. “É um filme sobre sujeitos, suas questões, seus destinos, suas trajetórias”, resume Fernanda.
Em entrevista por e-mail ao Cine Festivais, a diretora falou sobre o processo de produção do documentário e opinou a respeito dos principais temas levantados pelo seu filme.
O grande Maurizio Catellan, escultor italiano e mestre maior da Arte Contemporânea subversiva expõe no Monnaie de Paris suas obras clássicas chocantes, egocêntricamente interrogativas, irreverentes, cínicas, ou de mau gôsto. Aqui algumas obras em fotos do Press Service:
o Papa João Paulo II ferido por um asteróide,
o Hitler de joelhos que foi vendida por 17 milhões de U$D,
ou o artista ele mesmo talvez morto, clonado ou em outra dimensão.A exposição é mundial e oportunidade única para ver de perto parte da sua obra reunida em um espaço excepcional.
Mais informações sobre a exposição (em inglês ou francês).
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