[In Depth: Chico Buarque - Ole Ola]
As mentioned in the second email I sent today, life is a journey in pursuit of circles, going from one to another and if we stay in one, do not grow.
life also is full of omissions. Omit actions for fear, for convenience, because we do not really change. By default we can also get in those circles that both mentioned. Today I realized that I left no one and I've had to leave another. All is change: good, bad, full of satisfaction or a sticky spot of sadness and disappointment. Today was not a good day for me. Lately
not let me vent. But today I wanted to mourn, grieve and emptied until it fell into a deep sleep, but life does not let me. I laughed at jokes published, plans radio, talks trying to get on the mood, good post from my feeds and a sound message from the old continent of my best friend. How not to get carried away by this natural force, current buenaondita that fills me and drags me to better pastures, oblivious to my will but not harmful.
Memory paints beautiful pictures at a time when you need it most. In recent days I remembered one of my favorite songs: Ole Olá Chico Buarque. It is a lilting melody that exudes the warmth of the Amazonian vegetation, achieving returned percussion beats a sincere and unpretentious voice and lyrics, which is why I show my taste and delight, tears invited to leave a time and get to dance. There can be no better song to illustrate what I feel at this time.
This song was discovered by the service called Pandora, which creates playlists with music similar to an artist. Thus it was discovered five years ago at Chico Buarque and several of his songs. Later the service was restricted by issues (absurd) of copyright that changes by the laws of each country, but the music stayed with me. I looked over and I found a great Zeca Pagodinho version with the vocal ensemble MPB-4. Curiously, this video has a rudimentary translation. But in this post I had the help of someone who loves a lot of Brazilian culture and helped me translate the song. Thanks @ Trasherized estimated. =)
One of the phrases that I like and that no doubt we can all learn (I vouch for her on this day): "Life is good for those who want to sing." Today I sang y en una thrills me that life takes different sus rumba, y cierra opening rounds, we Recuerda que la amistad y el amor están ahí present to us y nosotros también las recuerden y let us remember that this life en un poco opaque haya bad light.
Chico Buarque - Ole, Hello
Do not cry yet, I have a guitar
And we'll sing
Happiness can go here and listen
And if it's samba want to stay
Your priest rings the bell is for everyone to know
That night a child, that child is the samba
That pain is so old it can die
Olê, ole, ole, hello
has plenty of samba, who knows sambar
That between the wheel, showing the swing
But watch out, not worth crying
Do not cry yet, I have a reason
For you not to cry
Amiga Forgive me if I insist on nothing
But life is good for those who sing
My pine, play strong What is everybody agree
Do not talk of life, or talk of death
pity the girl has not let cry
Olê, ole, ole, hello
samba has left, who knows sambar
That between the wheel, showing the swing
But watch out, not worth crying
Do not cry yet, I have the impression
samba That's coming is a
samba so huge that I sometimes think
What time itself will stop to listen
Moonlight, wait a little, that is to be able to get my samba
I know that the guitar is weak, is hoarse
But my voice did not tire of calling
Olê, ole, ole, hello
has samba to spare, no one wants sambar
who are no longer sing, nor is there more room
The sun came before the samba get
Passersby do not care, it'll work
And you, my friend, can now cry
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not cry I have a guitar yet
And we will sing happy here
can go and hear
if she would want to stay Samba has
Father, rings the bell for all the world know
That night is young, that samba is a child
That pain is so old he may die
Ole Ole Ole olah
There samba to spare, who knows sambar
entering the conference, showing his dancing
But careful, do not mourn it
Do not cry yet I have a reason not to mourn
Amiga, so forgive me if I insist
But life is good for anyone who wants to sing
My viola plays hard to wake everyone
not talk about life or talk about the death penalty
Ten of the girl, do not let
mourn Ole Ole Ole olah
There samba to spare, who knows sambar
entering the conference, showing his dancing
But great care not mourn it
not cry yet I have the impression that
That samba is there is a samba
so immense that sometimes I think
What time itself will stop to hear
lunar light, wait a bit
For my samba can get
I know that the guitar is weak and hoarse
But my voice does not tire of calling
Ole Ole Ole olah
There samba to spare, no one wants sambar
No more who sing or no more room
The sun came before the samba came
Who goes or looks, and will work
And you, my friend, I can mourn
I sing and thus wait what fate put me in front. No more gaps and no more tears. September to date, there has been so disastrous and it seems that things may improve soon. Life is good after all, ole wave. =)
See you in the future.
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