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Stairway to Heaven - Escadaria para o Paraíso
Rodovia Ivaipora-Londrina proximo ao Porto Uba. PR-082 BR158 Stairway To Heaven - Pink Floyd There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows if the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for And she's buying a stairway to heaven There's a sign on the wall, but she wants to be sure 'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings In a tree by the brook there's a songbird who sings Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven Oh, it makes me wonder Oh, it makes me wonder There's a feeling I get when I look to the west And my spirit is crying for leaving In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees And the voices of those who stand looking Oh, it makes me wonder Oh, really makes me wonder And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason And a new day will dawn for those who stand long And the forests will echo with laughter If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now It's just a spring clean for the may queen Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run There's still time to change the road you're on And it makes me wonder Your head is humming and it won't go In case you don't know, the piper's calling you to join him Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow And did you know your stairway lies on the whispering wind And as we wind on down the road Our shadows taller than our soul, there walks a lady we all know Who shines white light and wants to show How everything still turns to gold and if you listen very hard The tune will come to you at last When all are one and one is all, yeah To be a rock and not to roll And she's buying a stairway to heaven Escadaria Para o Paraiso Ha uma senhora que acredita que tudo o que brilha e ouro E ela esta comprando uma escadaria para o paraiso Quando ela chega la ela descobre que se as lojas estiverem todas fechadas Com apenas uma palavra ela consegue o que veio buscar E ela esta comprando uma escadaria para o paraiso Ha um cartaz na parede mas ela quer ter certeza Porque voce sabe que as vezes as palavras tem duplo sentido Em uma arvore a beira do riacho ha um rouxinol que canta As vezes todos os nossos pensamentos estao errados. (2x) Isto me faz pensar Ha algo que sinto quando olho para o oeste E meu espirito chora ao partir Em meus pensamentos tenho visto aneis de fumaca atravessando as arvores E as vozes daqueles que ficam parados olhando Isto me faz pensar Isto realmente me faz pensar E um sussurro avisa que em breve se todos entoarmos a cancao O flautista nos levara a razao E um novo dia ira nascer para aqueles que suportarem E a floresta ira ecoar gargalhadas Woe, oh Se ha um alvoroco em sua horta Nao fique assustada E apenas limpeza de primaveril da rainha de maio Sim, ha dois caminhos que voce pode seguir Mas na longa estrada Ha sempre tempo de mudar o caminho que voce segue E isso me faz pensar Oh Sua cabeca lateja e nao vai parar caso voce nao saiba O flautista te chama para voce se juntar a ele Querida senhora, pode ouvir o vento soprar? e voce sabia Sua escadaria repousa no vento sussurrante E enquanto corremos soltos pela estrada Com nossas sombras mais altas que nossas almas La caminha uma senhora que todos conhecemos Que brilha luz branca e quer mostrar Como tudo ainda vira ouro E se voce ouvir com atencao A cancao ira finalmente chegar a voce Quando todos sao um e um e o todo Ser uma rocha e nao rolar Oh E ela esta comprando uma escadaria para o paraiso...follow that golden light
After her bizarre epileptic seizure and near death of last month, Striptease has been left half blind and «perdu dans les fraises» a French way of saying crazy in the head: lost in the strawberries. She cries, turns circles, does not see good food in front of her face, yet she still battle rams Oasis who might be carrying Deedean’s angora love child. She’ll never get pregnant again, because in the animal world their bodies know when something is not right and all reproduction shuts down. Survival of the fittest and continuation of only strong animals. She will never give milk again. Ever. And that was the point of us having goats, milk for our children and cheese for us, plus manure for our gardens. We only have room for three goats at the most so I started asking around for someone to take her for free. Not one person said yes to my “hey I have a crazy goat who head butts with some killer horns, would you like her to clean your brambles?” The goat lady told me to “take care of her; she has to be culled, you decide how; I don’t want to know”. I did a journey where I saw a baby white goat who pleaded with me to “release her”. I couldn’t shake the vision as I walked down to the goats in the early morning and there was Striptease down on her knees (or would you call it her elbows since it was her front legs?) and she couldn’t get up, she was now reduced to walking on her elbows and crying. She had become an invalid. I had also dreamed of a wheelchair and now it all made sense. She was sick and had given up after ten years of battles. The next day, she was unable to move barely. I fed her raisins soaked in gin (a great cure for arthritis) and I carried her outside to sit in the sun. I brought her favorites: rosehips, grass, an apple, cabbage leaves. Her crying stopped, she was silent, her eyes formed tiny slits. She feebly tried to elbow her way slowly to the river, her way of committing suicide. I started to carry her back home. An old man walking with a cane stopped. He looked at me with pity and compassion. I put down my heavy load and turned to him with a certain equal heaviness in my heart. He said, “she cant live like that, you know what you have to do, don’t you.” I nodded, locked up the goats in their house and went home and cried. I halfway fell asleep and felt a green halo of light surrounding me, then my family and then my house and then the houses of my animals. A healing light full of peace. Roused out of my half-sleep by our big copper bell that rang. I couldn’t help but think “for whom the bell tolls.” It was 6pm, almost dusk, dark gray and ominous, a heavy fog had swamped the village. It was extremely cold and there stood at my door a burly Tunisian man with a very sharp knife. I handed him the key to the goat house and said I would be there in 5 minutes with the truck. When I got there I burned sage, said my prayer to Shiva. I wafted the smudging stick around, Striptease who had lain down was not scared at all, she inhaled the sage smoke and gently closed her eyes in acquiescence. The Tunisian man and his wife, bowed in respect, and said the Halal prayer and it was over in less than one minute. That night after all the rest was done which I can’t stomach to divulge all the details just yet, I dreamt of a beautiful carousel and Striptease was on it along with a certain Unicorn that I see quite often in my visions. She was going round and round and had a gold ring looped around one of her horns.
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