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Viva la Vida I used to rule the world Seas would rise when I gave the word Now in the morning, I sleep alone Sweep the streets I used to own I used to roll the dice Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes Listen as the crowd would sing Now the old king is dead, long live the king One minute I held the key Next the walls were closed on me And I discovered that my castles stand Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Once you go there was never, never an honest word And that was when I ruled the world It was a wicked and wild wind Blew down the doors to let me in Shattered windows and the sound of drums People couldn't believe what I'd become Revolutionaries wait For my head on a silver plate Just a puppet on a lonely string Oh, who would ever want to be king? I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Roman Calvary choirs are singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled the world Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Roman Calvary choirs are singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled the world Christopher A. J. Martin / Guy Rupert Berryman / Jonathan Mark Buckland / William Champion - England Viva a Vida Eu costumava dominar o mundo Os mares subiriam quando eu dei a palavra Agora de manhã, eu durmo sozinho Varrer as ruas que eu costumava possuir Eu costumava jogar os dados Sinta o medo nos olhos do meu inimigo Ouça como a multidão cantaria Agora o velho rei está morto, viva o rei Um minuto eu segurei a chave Em seguida, as paredes foram fechadas em mim E descobri que meus castelos permanecem Sobre pilares de sal e pilares de areia Eu ouço sinos de Jerusalém estão tocando Coros da Cavalaria Romana estão cantando Seja meu espelho, minha espada e meu escudo Meus missionários em um campo estrangeiro Por alguma razão eu não posso explicar Uma vez que você vá, nunca houve, nunca uma palavra honesta E foi quando eu governava o mundo Era um vento perverso e selvagem Derrubou as portas para me deixar entrar Janelas quebradas e o som de tambores As pessoas não podiam acreditar no que eu me tornei Revolucionários esperam Para minha cabeça em uma placa de prata Apenas um fantoche em uma corda solitária Oh, quem iria querer ser rei? Eu ouço sinos de Jerusalém estão tocando Coros do Calvário Romano estão cantando Seja meu espelho, minha espada e meu escudo Meus missionários em um campo estrangeiro Por alguma razão eu não posso explicar Eu sei que São Pedro não vai chamar meu nome Nunca uma palavra honesta Mas isso foi quando eu governava o mundo Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh Eu ouço sinos de Jerusalém estão tocando Coros do Calvário Romano estão cantando Seja meu espelho, minha espada e meu escudo Meus missionários em um campo estrangeiro Por alguma razão eu não posso explicar Eu sei que São Pedro não vai chamar meu nome Nunca uma palavra honesta Mas isso foi quando eu governava o mundo Christopher A. J. Martin / Guy Rupert Berryman / Jonathan Mark Buckland / William Champion - Inglaterra
Print:Giclee on Photo Paper
Size:12 W x 8 H x 0.1 D in
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Urban Poems I have been spreading poems around the city for years. Yes, I understand my art as poems, the art of photographing, capturing moments and feelings all over the city, not only in São Paulo, but throughout Brazil and even abroad. My art came to save what was lost in me. Creating a breathing space between the chaotic daily life of urban landscapes and dialoguing with the population through artistic creation are some of the main goals of my art. Between images, colors, drawings and interventions, transforming spaces, reinventing objects and providing the possibility of new thoughts to those who walk through my creations. The idea is to bring more life to the emptiness that accompanies the daily lives of many people and enable moments of affection and encounter through the possibilities of recognition and reflection provided by art. Between busy routines and races, urban art, democratic and accessible, dialogues and questions the surreal world in which it operates. I consider myself a privileged man for my creative work. Art has this role of dialoguing with the population and I believe that people like a more colorful life. An artist often paints and gives life to spaces that take on another meaning in everyday life.
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