Mais um podcast saindo quentinho do forno… Neste novo podcast apresento, logo na primeira parte do programa, as poesias mais recentes que escrevi. Vejam só… Eu, rodeado destes dois ícones da cultura brasileira e mundial, fiquei cheio de dúvidas se devia ou não publicar as minhas poesias. Mas aí falou mais forte a emoção e, ao consultar o coração, resolvi publica-las… Eis então que vos apresento Um Piano Na Noite, Flor do Dia, Ao Luar, Estrela, Com Carinho, Lá Vai Um Menino, Dê, Carmen – que se foi tão jovem ainda…, A Nave Vai, CAMILA (Acróstico).
Músicas: Kiss From a Rose (versões: instrumental e acústica) – Seal; Tema de amor de Romeu e Julieta – Kissing You (instrumental); Vento de Maio – Elis Regina e Lô Borges; Titanic Symphony do CD Love Themes – Richard Clayderman; My Heart Will Go On – Celine Dion. Encerro o podcast com a linda e apaixonada First Day Of My Life – Melanie C.
Kiss From A Rose – Seal
There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that’s the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh,
The more I get of you,
Stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grey.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny.
Won’t you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
I’ve been kissed by a rose on the grave,
I’ve been kissed by a rose (on the grave)
I’ve been kissed by a rose on the grave,
…And if I should fall along the way
I’ve been kissed by a rose
…been kissed by a rose on the grave.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny, yeah
Won’t you tell me is that healthy, baby.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grave
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
Escrito por dannyamaral 
Escrito por dannyamaral 
Escrito por dannyamaral 





