Fermento Cínico

How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail before she sleeps in the sand?

Yes and how many times must the cannon balls fly before they’re forever banned?

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind

How many years can a mountain exist before it is washed to the sea?
Yes and how many years can some people exist before they’re allowed to be free?

Yes and how many times can a man turn his head pretending that he just didn’t see?

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind

Yes and how many times must a man look up before he can see the sky?

Yes and how many ears must one man have before he can hear people cry?

Yes and how many deaths will it take till he knows that too many people have died?

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

Bob Dylan

There are places I’ll remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone, and some remain
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends, I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life, I’ve loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life, I’ll love you more
Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life, I’ll love you more
In my life, I’ll love you more

Nao consigo escutar esta musica sem lagrimas nos olhos. Um filme passa na minha cabeca, com os sorrisos de todos os meus amigos queridos, desde os tempos de crianca. Eh como um monumento, um templo, onde passo pra reverenciar os presentes que a vida me deu.

Luciano Queiroz