Leonard Cohen | Joan of Arc

Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc
as she came riding through the dark;
no moon to keep her armour bright,
no man to get her through this very smoky night.
She said, “I’m tired of the war,
I want the kind of work I had before,
a wedding dress or something white
to wear upon my swollen appetite.”

Well, I’m glad to hear you talk this way,
you know I’ve watched you riding every day
and something in me yearns to win
such a cold and lonesome heroine.
“And who are you?” she sternly spoke
to the one beneath the smoke.
“Why, I’m fire,” he replied,
“And I love your solitude, I love your pride.”

“Then fire, make your body cold,
I’m going to give you mine to hold,”
saying this she climbed inside
to be his one, to be his only bride.
And deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and high above the wedding guests
he hung the ashes of her wedding dress.

It was deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and then she clearly understood
if he was fire, oh then she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
I saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long for love and light,
but must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?

Leonard Cohen | Suzanne

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she’s half crazy
But that’s why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you’ve always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind.
And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said “All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them”
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you’ll trust him
For he’s touched your perfect body with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she’s touched your perfect body with her mind.

Discurso da Presidenta Dilma no Senado Federal

dilmaExcelentíssimo Senhor Presidente do Supremo Tribunal Federal Ricardo Lewandowski

Excelentíssimo Senhor Presidente do Senado Federal Renan Calheiros,

Excelentíssimas Senhoras Senadoras e Excelentíssimos Senhores Senadores,

Cidadãs e Cidadãos de meu amado Brasil,

No dia 1o de janeiro de 2015 assumi meu segundo mandato à Presidência da República Federativa do Brasil. Fui eleita por mais 54 milhões de votos.

Na minha posse, assumi o compromisso de manter, defender e cumprir a Constituição, bem como o de observar as leis, promover o bem geral do povo brasileiro, sustentar a união, a integridade e a independência do Brasil.

Ao exercer a Presidência da República respeitei fielmente o compromisso que assumi perante a nação e aos que me elegeram. E me orgulho disso. Sempre acreditei na democracia e no Estado de direito, e sempre vi na Constituição de 1988 uma das grandes conquistas do nosso povo.

Jamais atentaria contra o que acredito ou praticaria atos contrários aos interesses daqueles que me elegeram.

Nesta jornada para me defender do impeachment me aproximei mais do povo, tive oportunidade de ouvir seu reconhecimento, de receber seu carinho. Ouvi também críticas duras ao meu governo, a erros que foram cometidos e a medidas e políticas que não foram adotadas. Acolho essas críticas com humildade.

Até porque, como todos, tenho defeitos e cometo erros.

Entre os meus defeitos não está a deslealdade e a covardia. Não traio os compromissos que assumo, os princípios que defendo ou os que lutam ao meu lado. Na luta contra a ditadura, recebi no meu corpo as marcas da tortura. Amarguei por anos o sofrimento da prisão. Vi companheiros e companheiras sendo violentados, e até assassinados.

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