sábado, 3 de novembro de 2012

Ciclo de Cinema



O olhar de um malandro carioca sobre os dramas do cotidiano da cidade
Paulo Otávio é um malandro carioca que mantém uma estação de rádio clandestina. Ele a utiliza para contar as histórias do cotidiano da cidade. Para mantê-la no ar, Paulo conta apenas com a ajuda de sua repórter de rua, Calói Volante.
As graças e desgraças da cidade incluem os assaltos do Zatopek do Crime, um homem que rouba enquanto pratica cooper. Já Alcebíades, um funcionário exemplar com 30 anos de serviços prestados, resolve sequestrar um elevador da empresa em que trabalha. Os impasses da cidade se repetem e, por isso, ao mesmo tempo que são trágicos também se tornam cômicos.

Cerrado

Área de Preservação - DI Uberlândia

Aire de Mi Cerrado


Los cafres - Mantra (U)

Tiradentes


Nocturne Op.9 No.2 (Arthur Rubinstein) - Chopin (U)

Air

Breath - Pink Floyd (U)


Breathe

Pink Floyd

Breathe, breathe in the air.
Don't be afraid to care.
Leave but don't leave me.
Look around and choose your own ground.
Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.
Run, rabbit run.
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one.
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells


Soldado da Paz


Ambush in the Night - Bob Marley (U)


See them fighting for power (ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wa!), 
But they know not the hour (ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wa!),; 
So they bribing with their guns, spare-parts and money, 
Trying to belittle our 
Integrity now. 
They say what we know 
Is just what they teach us; 
And we´re so ignorant 
´Cause every time they can reach us (shoobe, doo-wa) 
Through political strategy (shoo-be, doo-wa); 
They keep us hungry (shoobe, doo-wa), 
And when you gonna get some food (shoobe, doo-wa), 
Your brother got to be your enemy, we-e-ell! 

Ambush in the night, 
All guns aiming at me; 
Ambush in the night, 
They opened fire on me now. 
Ambush in the night, 
Protected by His Majesty. 
Ooh-wee, ooh-wee. Ooh-wa-ooh! 
(Ooh-wee) Ooh-wee, ooh-wee (ooh-wa), Ooh-wa! 
Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh wa-ooh! 
Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh wa-ah! 

Well, what we know 
Is not what they tell us; 
We´re not ignorant, I mean it, 
And they just cannot touch us; 
Through the powers of the Most-I (shoobe, doo-wa), 
We keep on surfacin´ (shoobe, doo-wa); 
Thru the powers of the Most-I (shoobe, doo-wa), 
We keep on survivin´. 

Yeah, this ambush in the night 
Planned by society; 
Ambush in the night; 
They tryin´ to conquer me; 
Ambush in the night 
Anyt´ing money can bring; 
Ambush in the night 
Planned by society; 
Ambush in the night 

É de Bike!