<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><title>Ingleses @ amoralva.blog-city.com</title><link>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/</link><description>(Ingleses) </description><copyright>Copyright 2008 amoralva.blog-city.com</copyright><generator></generator><lastBuildDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 10:26:00 GMT</lastBuildDate><image><title>Ingleses @ amoralva.blog-city.com</title><url>http://server1.blog-city.com/images/bc_v5_logo_small.gif</url><link>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/</link></image><ttl>360</ttl><docs>http://backend.userland.com/rss</docs><item><title>Jigsaw Puzzle (Mick Jagger/Keith Richards)</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://amoralva.blog-city.com/jigsaw_puzzle_mick_jaggerkeith_richards.htm</guid><link>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/jigsaw_puzzle_mick_jaggerkeith_richards.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 15 Mar 2006 12:20:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=jigsaw%5Fpuzzle%5Fmick%5Fjaggerkeith%5Frichards</comments><dc:creator>Jorge Vicente</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[(foto de Daave em http://daaave.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_daaave_archive.html
&quot;There's a tramp sittin' on the doorstep
Tryin' to waste his time With his methylated sandwich He's a walking clothesline And here comes the bishop's daughter On the o]]></description></item><item><title>The Lost Woman (Patricia Beer)</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://amoralva.blog-city.com/patricia_beer.htm</guid><link>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/patricia_beer.htm</link><pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 17:29:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=patricia%5Fbeer</comments><dc:creator>Jorge Vicente</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[ 
"My mother went with no more warningthan a bright voice and a bad pain.Home from school on a June morningand where the brook goes under the laneI saw the back of a shocking whiteambulance drawing away from the gate.
She never returned a]]></description></item><item><title>Send Me No Wine (John Lodge)</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://amoralva.blog-city.com/send_me_no_wine_john_lodge.htm</guid><link>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/send_me_no_wine_john_lodge.htm</link><pubDate>Tue, 07 Mar 2006 00:51:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=send%5Fme%5Fno%5Fwine%5Fjohn%5Flodge</comments><dc:creator>Jorge Vicente</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[&nbsp;
&quot;Send me no wineTo make an invitation.Leave me no timeIn your imagination.Only to findWords in your mindThey're gonna make you, leave your,Leave your heart behind.
Send me, send me no wine,To send my love away.Send me, send me no wine,T]]></description></item><item><title>The Day Begins (Redwave/Knight)</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://amoralva.blog-city.com/the_day_begins_redwaveknight.htm</guid><link>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/the_day_begins_redwaveknight.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2006 13:49:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=the%5Fday%5Fbegins%5Fredwaveknight</comments><dc:creator>Jorge Vicente</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[&nbsp;
&quot;Cold hearted orb that rules the night,Removes the colours from our sight.Red is grey and yellow white,But we decide which is right,And which is an illusion.Pinprick holes in a colourless sky,Let insipid figures of light pass by,The migh]]></description></item><item><title>&quot;The Sky Is Broken&quot; (Moby)</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://amoralva.blog-city.com/the_sky_is_broken_moby.htm</guid><link>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/the_sky_is_broken_moby.htm</link><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2006 12:08:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=the%5Fsky%5Fis%5Fbroken%5Fmoby</comments><dc:creator>Jorge Vicente</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[(quadro de Cyn - &quot;Storm Broken)
&quot;see the storm is brokenin the middle of the nightnothing left here for meit's washed awaythe rain pushesthe buildings asidethe sky turns blackthe skywash it farpush it out to seathere's nothing left herefor]]></description></item><item><title>&quot;Sometimes Always&quot; (The Jesus &amp; Mary Chain)</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://amoralva.blog-city.com/sometimes_always_the_jesus__mary_chain.htm</guid><link>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/sometimes_always_the_jesus__mary_chain.htm</link><pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2005 23:13:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=sometimes%5Falways%5Fthe%5Fjesus%5F%5Fmary%5Fchain</comments><dc:creator>Jorge Vicente</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[(quadro de John Barton, &quot;Forgiveness&quot;)


&ldquo;I gave you all I had
&nbsp;

&nbsp;I gave you good and bad
&nbsp;

&nbsp;I gave but you just threw it back
&nbsp;


&nbsp;

&nbsp;I won&rsquo;t get on my knees
&nbsp;

&nbsp;]]></description></item><item><title>EFFERVESCING ELEPHANT (Syd Barrett)</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://amoralva.blog-city.com/effervescing_elephant_syd_barrett.htm</guid><link>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/effervescing_elephant_syd_barrett.htm</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2005 18:48:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=effervescing%5Felephant%5Fsyd%5Fbarrett</comments><dc:creator>Jorge Vicente</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[&nbsp;

&quot;An effervescing elephant with tiny eyes and great big trunk,once whispered to the tiny ear, the ear of one in fear,you hear that by next June he'd die, oh yeah,And the tiger would roam the little one said,'Oh my goodness, I must stay]]></description></item><item><title>&quot;LIZARD&quot; (Robert Fripp/Peter Sinfield)</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://amoralva.blog-city.com/lizard_robert_fripppeter_sinfield.htm</guid><link>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/lizard_robert_fripppeter_sinfield.htm</link><pubDate>Thu, 15 Dec 2005 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=lizard%5Frobert%5Ffripppeter%5Fsinfield</comments><dc:creator>Jorge Vicente</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[&quot;A:Prince Rupert AwakesFarewell the temple master's bellsHis kiosk and his black worm seedCourtship solely of his wordWith Eden guaranteed.For now Prince Rupert's tears of glassMake saffron sabbath eyelids bleedScar the sacred tablet of waxOn wh]]></description></item><item><title>A VENTURE (Jon Anderson)</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://amoralva.blog-city.com/a_venture_jon_anderson.htm</guid><link>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/a_venture_jon_anderson.htm</link><pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2005 13:38:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=a%5Fventure%5Fjon%5Fanderson</comments><dc:creator>Jorge Vicente</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[&quot;Once a peaceful man laid his old head down by a river,Thought about his childhood life, his father and forgiver,Who couldn't hide away, hide away.He controlled the horses with a handclap or a whisper,Drink he couldn't combat but in all he was n]]></description></item><item><title>Nicholas Breton (1554-1625?)</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://amoralva.blog-city.com/nicholas_breton.htm</guid><link>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/nicholas_breton.htm</link><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2005 22:51:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=nicholas%5Fbreton</comments><dc:creator>Jorge Vicente</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[&quot;Oh, a galante vida da Corte, onde tantas são as possibilidades de contentamento, como se na Terra estivesse o Paraíso do Mundo: a majestade do soberano, a soberania do Conselho, a honra dos Lords, a beleza das Ladies, a atenção dos oficiais]]></description></item><item><title>Hastings Rashdall</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://amoralva.blog-city.com/hastings_rashdall.htm</guid><link>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/hastings_rashdall.htm</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 Apr 2005 00:25:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=hastings%5Frashdall</comments><dc:creator>Jorge Vicente</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[(quadro de Bernardino di Betto)&quot;Quem compreende a vida das universidades medievais deu um grande passo para uma melhor compreensão do mundo medieval&quot; Hastings Rashdall]]></description></item><item><title>T. S. ELIOT</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://amoralva.blog-city.com/t_s_eliot.htm</guid><link>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/t_s_eliot.htm</link><pubDate>Tue, 19 Apr 2005 16:03:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=t%5Fs%5Feliot</comments><dc:creator>Jorge Vicente</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[&quot;April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of dead land, mixingmemory and desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain&quot;T. S. ELIOT, in The Waste Land]]></description></item><item><title>Aldous Huxley</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://amoralva.blog-city.com/aldous_huxley.htm</guid><link>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/aldous_huxley.htm</link><pubDate>Tue, 19 Apr 2005 15:55:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=aldous%5Fhuxley</comments><dc:creator>Jorge Vicente</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[&quot;I met, not long ago, a young man who aspired to become a novelist. Knowing that I was in the profession, he asked me to tell him how he should set to work to realize his ambition. I did my best to explain. 'The first thing,' I said, 'is to buy]]></description></item><item><title>Monica&apos;s Last Prayer (MATTHEW ARNOLD)</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://amoralva.blog-city.com/monicas_last_prayer_matthew_arnold.htm</guid><link>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/monicas_last_prayer_matthew_arnold.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 06 Apr 2005 21:24:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=monicas%5Flast%5Fprayer%5Fmatthew%5Farnold</comments><dc:creator>Jorge Vicente</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[Envio-lhes um poema de Matthew Arnold dedicado a Santa Mónica, mãe do bispo de Hipona, Santo Agostinho:&quot;«Ah, could thy grave at home, at Carthage, be!»Care not for that, and lay me where I fall!Everywhere heard will be the judgement-call;But]]></description></item><item><title>William Shakespeare</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://amoralva.blog-city.com/william_shakespeare.htm</guid><link>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/william_shakespeare.htm</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 Apr 2005 22:25:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=william%5Fshakespeare</comments><dc:creator>Jorge Vicente</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[&quot;Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, And manage it against despairing thoughts.&quot;WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE,citado por Wilkie Collins, no romance Basil, de 1862Ver: http://www.blackmask.com/jrusk/wcollins/basil/basilttl.htm]]></description></item><item><title>WILLIAM BLAKE</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://amoralva.blog-city.com/william_blake.htm</guid><link>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/william_blake.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 23 Feb 2005 18:14:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=william%5Fblake</comments><dc:creator>Jorge Vicente</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[(pinturas de Blake para poemas de Thomas Gray)&quot;To see a world in a grain of sandAnd a heaven in a wild flower,Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,And eternity in an hour&quot;WILLIAM BLAKE (1757-1827)in Auguries of Innocence I, 2000, pg. 285]]></description></item><item><title>Shall I Love Again (WILLIAM BROWNE OF TAVISTOCK)</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://amoralva.blog-city.com/shall_i_love_again_william_browne_of_tavistock.htm</guid><link>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/shall_i_love_again_william_browne_of_tavistock.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 23 Feb 2005 17:07:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=shall%5Fi%5Flove%5Fagain%5Fwilliam%5Fbrowne%5Fof%5Ftavistock</comments><dc:creator>Jorge Vicente</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[(fotografia de Nicolas Messyasz, &quot;Saveurs du soir&quot;)SHALL I love again, and try   If I still must love to lose, And make weak mortality   Give new birth unto my woes? No, let me ever live from Love's enclosing, Rather than love to live i]]></description></item><item><title>THE WASTE LAND (T. S. Eliot)</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://amoralva.blog-city.com/the_waste_land_t_s_eliot.htm</guid><link>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/the_waste_land_t_s_eliot.htm</link><pubDate>Fri, 28 Jan 2005 11:57:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=the%5Fwaste%5Fland%5Ft%5Fs%5Feliot</comments><dc:creator>Jorge Vicente</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[A'. THE BURIAL OF THE DEADApril is the cruellest month,breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory and desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.Winter kept us warm, coveringEarth in forgetful snow, feedingA little life with dried tubers.Summ]]></description></item><item><title>HYMN (Joseph Addison)</title><guid isPermaLink="true">http://amoralva.blog-city.com/hymn_joseph_addison.htm</guid><link>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/hymn_joseph_addison.htm</link><pubDate>Wed, 26 Jan 2005 22:48:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://amoralva.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=hymn%5Fjoseph%5Faddison</comments><dc:creator>Jorge Vicente</dc:creator><description><![CDATA[The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. Th' unwearied Sun from day to day Does his Creator's power display; And publishes to every land The work of an Almig]]></description></item></channel></rss>