Empathy

Tenho um novo prazer.
Andar por aí, nesse universo virtual, e tropeçar em alguém que decidiu abrir o coração...
E então as palavras escritas, tão despidas de tudo, à excepção do sentimento, são a ponte mais sólida que tenho para a empatia...
..com a obra - não necessariamente música.
..com esse coração, essa alma, essa gente, esta espécie.

Aqui ficam três exemplos que tenho encontrado, em três direcções diferentes (ouçam pelo grooveshark que tem mais qualidade, deixei os links dos videos só para chegarem aos comments)..

Smooth stones beneath me

Cool air surrounds

Soft and savory

Take me to God, you can take me to God

No it doesn't take your

Will to set your brace on me

I never doubt your possibilities

Please let go of my sleeve

When I feel that I am right with the world, I will travel to the US, rent a convertible. I'll drive to one of those isolated desert highways like US50, pop this song into the player, and then just let go of the steering wheel, watching the desert sky and scenery rush past as I let god decide my fate. I won't touch the steering wheel until the song is over, and if I go out, I wouldn't have it any other way. I think that's what the song is about, being content with life so as to embrace death.

http://youtu.be/7v3rW2iFhS8

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Life always leaves scars. Some visible, some invisible. They define us, make us who we are. We grow by learning to accept the pain and how to heal the wounds. Real strength lies in forgiving those who scarred us. It is not an easy task. I know... We all do. Try not to hurt others. That is an even harder challenge. Look at your scars and remember how it felt. It helps to love more and hurt less.

http://youtu.be/kKyrULAfvq8

(I feel like music with no lyrics is a pure form of raw self expression. I mean I'm just saying, when you can get your point across without using words, you're doing something right.)

http://youtu.be/0MHpwDatfso

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Mas por vezes as palavras são tão fúteis...

Thank you Ulver

(I try to think about the situation that I have to tell my childs about things that happend in the past and about the world of today.

I have to face my son and if I will look into his eyes telling him my view of reality, of my experience, hisorical incidents and other questions sons want to get an answer by dad.

I realy hope that my son will not look into my eyes this way.)