Se pudéssemos reduzir a população do mundo a um vilarejo de 100 pessoas, mantendo todas as proporções atuais, o resultado seria o seguinte:57 asiáticos
21 europeus
14 do hemisfério ocidental (Américas)
8 africanos70 não-brancos (amarelos, vermelhos ou negros)
30 brancos70 não-católicos
30 católicos59% de toda a riqueza seria de 6 pessoas, e todas as 6 seriam dos Estados Unidos
41% da riqueza seria distribuída por 94 pessoas80 morariam em casas abaixo do desejável
20 morariam em casas boas e ótimas70 seriam analfabetos
30 alfabetizados50 seriam desnutridos
50 nutridos1 (sim, só um) teria nível superior
99 não teriam nível superior1 teria um computador
99 não teriam computadorQuando se considera o mundo de uma perspectiva tão comprimida a necessidade de aceitação, compreensão e educação se torna absurdamente aparente, não?
sábado, 29 de novembro de 2008
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segunda-feira, 17 de novembro de 2008
The Poet And The Pendulum
- WHITE LANDS OF EMPATHICA -
The end.
The songwriter's dead.
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of Empathica
Of Innocence
Empathica
Innocence
- HOME -
The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell
One last perfect verse
Is still the same old song
Oh Christ how I hate what I have become
Take me home
Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
My home was there 'n then
Those meadows of heaven
Adventure-filled days
One with every smiling face
Please, no more words
Thoughts from a severed head
No more praise
Tell me once my heart goes right
Take me home
Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer`s hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
- THE PACIFIC -
Sparkle my scenery
With turquoise waterfall
With beauty underneath
The Ever Free
Tuck me in beneath the blue
Beneath the pain, beneath the rain
Goodnight kiss for a child in time
Swaying blade my lullaby
On the shore we sat and hoped
Under the same pale moon
Whose guiding light chose you
Chose you all
" I'm afraid. I'm so afraid.
Being raped again, and again, and again
I know I will die alone.
But loved.
You live long enough to hear the sound of guns,
long enough to find yourself screaming every night,
long enough to see your friends betray you.
For years I've been strapped unto this altar.
Now I only have 3 minutes and counting.
I just wish the tide would catch me first and give me a death I always longed for ".
- DARK PASSION PLAY -
2nd robber to the right of Christ
Cut in half - infanticide
The world will rejoice today
As the crows feast on the rotting poet
Everyone must bury their own
No pack to bury the heart of stone
Now he's home in hell, serves him well
Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell
The morning dawned, upon his altar
Remains of the dark passion play
Performed by his friends without shame
Spitting on his grave as they came
Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer`s hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
"Today, in the year of our Lord 2005,
Tuomas was called from the cares of the world.
He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day.
The music he wrote had too long been without silence.
He was found naked and dead,
With a smile in his face, a pen and 1000 pages of erased text."
Save me
- MOTHER & FATHER -
Be still, my son
You're home
Oh when did you become so cold?
The blade will keep on descending
All you need is to feel my love
Search for beauty, find your shore
Try to save them all, bleed no more
You have such oceans within
In the end
I will always love you
The beginning.
- 2 dias -
The end.
The songwriter's dead.
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of Empathica
Of Innocence
Empathica
Innocence
- HOME -
The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell
One last perfect verse
Is still the same old song
Oh Christ how I hate what I have become
Take me home
Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
My home was there 'n then
Those meadows of heaven
Adventure-filled days
One with every smiling face
Please, no more words
Thoughts from a severed head
No more praise
Tell me once my heart goes right
Take me home
Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer`s hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
- THE PACIFIC -
Sparkle my scenery
With turquoise waterfall
With beauty underneath
The Ever Free
Tuck me in beneath the blue
Beneath the pain, beneath the rain
Goodnight kiss for a child in time
Swaying blade my lullaby
On the shore we sat and hoped
Under the same pale moon
Whose guiding light chose you
Chose you all
" I'm afraid. I'm so afraid.
Being raped again, and again, and again
I know I will die alone.
But loved.
You live long enough to hear the sound of guns,
long enough to find yourself screaming every night,
long enough to see your friends betray you.
For years I've been strapped unto this altar.
Now I only have 3 minutes and counting.
I just wish the tide would catch me first and give me a death I always longed for ".
- DARK PASSION PLAY -
2nd robber to the right of Christ
Cut in half - infanticide
The world will rejoice today
As the crows feast on the rotting poet
Everyone must bury their own
No pack to bury the heart of stone
Now he's home in hell, serves him well
Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell
The morning dawned, upon his altar
Remains of the dark passion play
Performed by his friends without shame
Spitting on his grave as they came
Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer`s hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
"Today, in the year of our Lord 2005,
Tuomas was called from the cares of the world.
He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day.
The music he wrote had too long been without silence.
He was found naked and dead,
With a smile in his face, a pen and 1000 pages of erased text."
Save me
- MOTHER & FATHER -
Be still, my son
You're home
Oh when did you become so cold?
The blade will keep on descending
All you need is to feel my love
Search for beauty, find your shore
Try to save them all, bleed no more
You have such oceans within
In the end
I will always love you
The beginning.
- 2 dias -
domingo, 9 de novembro de 2008
Brógui.
Já repararam que eu não paro quieta com o blog?
Acontece que não tem nenhum que me agrade 100% ;_;
Então, acostumem-se u.u
Eu vou continuar mudando até achar um que não tenha nadinha que me desagrade ::
Acontece que não tem nenhum que me agrade 100% ;_;
Então, acostumem-se u.u
Eu vou continuar mudando até achar um que não tenha nadinha que me desagrade ::
sábado, 8 de novembro de 2008
Nightwish em SP!
Hoje foi o segundo show do Nightwish em terras brasileiras. Ainda faltam looooongos 11 dias de espera para mim. Mundo cruel. Mas, voltando ao show em SP, o setlist foi MA-RA! Tocaram músicas desde o Oceanborn, o que é foda, pq tipo, eu nunca fui num show deles então eu fico master feliz de saber que ainda tenho chance de ouvir Sacrament, por exemplo, ao vivo.
A pena é que ao que parece não teremos Escapist mesmo ;_; *sonho de consumo* Ponto ultra positivo é que parece que Nemo foi chutada de vez \o/ *não aguenta mais a Nemo*
As fotos que eu já achei do show tão tipo... *__________*
Enfim, MALDITO dia 19 que não chega! *afogada em lágrimas*
A pena é que ao que parece não teremos Escapist mesmo ;_; *sonho de consumo* Ponto ultra positivo é que parece que Nemo foi chutada de vez \o/ *não aguenta mais a Nemo*
As fotos que eu já achei do show tão tipo... *__________*
Enfim, MALDITO dia 19 que não chega! *afogada em lágrimas*
Satsugai! [DMC]
Ore wa jigoku no terrorist!
Eu sou um terrorista do Inferno!
Kinou wa kaasan okashita ze
Ontem eu estuprei minha mãe
Ashita wa tousan hotteyare
E amanhã vou foder meu pai
I am a terrorist straight out of hell
Eu sou um terrorista vindo direto do Inferno!
Ore ni wa tousan kaasan inee
Não tenho pai nem mãe
Sore wa ore ga koroshita kara
Porque eu matei eles!
Ore ni wa tomodachi koibito inee
Não tenho amigos ou namorada
Sore wa ore ga koroshita kara
Porque eu matei todos!
Korose korose oya nado korose
Mate, mate seus pais
Korose korose subete wo korose!
Mate, mate, mate tudo!
Satsugai, satsugai se yo!
Assassinato, isso é assassinato!
Satsugai, satsugai se yo!
Assassinato, isso é assassinato!
Satsugai, satsugai se yo!
Assassinato, isso é assassinato!
Satsugai, satsugai se yo!
Assassinato, isso é assassinato!
Omoide wo chini somete yare
Lave suas memórias no sangue fresco!
Satsugai
Assassinato!
Eu sou um terrorista do Inferno!
Kinou wa kaasan okashita ze
Ontem eu estuprei minha mãe
Ashita wa tousan hotteyare
E amanhã vou foder meu pai
I am a terrorist straight out of hell
Eu sou um terrorista vindo direto do Inferno!
Ore ni wa tousan kaasan inee
Não tenho pai nem mãe
Sore wa ore ga koroshita kara
Porque eu matei eles!
Ore ni wa tomodachi koibito inee
Não tenho amigos ou namorada
Sore wa ore ga koroshita kara
Porque eu matei todos!
Korose korose oya nado korose
Mate, mate seus pais
Korose korose subete wo korose!
Mate, mate, mate tudo!
Satsugai, satsugai se yo!
Assassinato, isso é assassinato!
Satsugai, satsugai se yo!
Assassinato, isso é assassinato!
Satsugai, satsugai se yo!
Assassinato, isso é assassinato!
Satsugai, satsugai se yo!
Assassinato, isso é assassinato!
Omoide wo chini somete yare
Lave suas memórias no sangue fresco!
Satsugai
Assassinato!
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