The bittersweet symphony

Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Try to make ends meet
You're a slave to money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
where all the veins meet yeah,

No change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold
But I'm a million different people
from one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no

Well I never pray
But tonight I'm on my knees yeah
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now

No change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold
And I'm a million different people
from one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
I can't change
I can't change

'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Try to make ends meet
Try to find some money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
where all the things meet yeah

You know I can change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold
And I'm a million different people
from one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no

I can't change my mold
no, no, no, no, no,
I can't change
Can't change my body,
no, no, no

I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
Been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Have you ever been down?
Have you've ever been down?

Although the song's lyrics were written by Verve vocalist Richard Ashcroft, it has been credited to Keith Richards and Mick Jagger after charges by the original copyright owners that the song was plagiarized from the Andrew Oldham Orchestra recording of The Rolling Stones' 1965 song "The Last Time".

The free little pigs

Once upon a time three pigs: Tom, Mee, Flu. They were living sick.

One day a stupid wolf went the pigs house. He was hungry.But, when he saw the pigs, he was afraid and ran away.

Help!!! Help!!!

And the wolf ran soo much. And he thought.

If I were hungry, I wouldn't have gone there to ask the Pizza Place's number.

After the woulf went away, a little pig said: that wolf doesn't watch TV.

Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love,
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me;
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we,
Of many far wiser than we;
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Tsuru's land

It is said that this bird is a symbol of longevity.

The figure of Tsuru (crane) is one of the most popular origami and also considered the most perfect folding because its basic form is the basis for other paper figures from animals to plants.

A long time ago people used to hang these birds of paper on the ceiling to entertain the children, especially babies who could not walk. The paper cranes were also offered in temples and altars, along with the prayer for protection. It is believed that originally, they had only a decorative function, and only later were associated with the prayers, luck and fortunes.

Nowadays in Japan, New Year's celebrations, marriage, birth in festive celebrations in general, the figure of the Tsuru is present in the decoration or packaging gift symbolizing health and fortune.

When a person is sick, she offers a thousand cranes (senbazuru) so that it is reinstated as soon as possible. By doubling each figure, people place in it all faith and hope in the recovery of the patient. The Peace Monument in Hiroshima, where the atomic bomb fell, several sets of a thousand cranes, from all parts of Japan are made by school students at last by a group of people who banded together to ask one thing: peace world. To prepare these thousand cranes need unity, faith and effort of many people, thus forming a chain of positive thinking.

I'll go... I'll go back another station

Don't ask me to be consistent, because I am. Again the wind came and it found my being.

Increasingly whole, increasingly alone. It will be a trend? It will be a choice? Or the destiny?

Everything points to a new way, wihich I want. And everything leads me to think I spent my life idealizing a lot nothing. And nothing, I believe, prepared my soul for everything, or almost everything.

I'll go... I know I'll come back different. At another station.

Time

What time?

If the time is not more the same
and I did not learn to count
these anxious seconds
Almost a century has passed
while I used to write
and what I thought
I do not think more
I realize only now
the weather outside
is bluer than 
inside

ABSTRACT

Orkut consists of a public place of discontinuities, where intimacy is unveiled through the subjects‟ narratives. To narrate knowing that one is being watched enacts a game of “displaying” and “hiding” which, somehow, rules and constitutes the social relations of such virtual place. When narrating their experiences, the subjects enact discourses that, beyond their own voices, bring the voices of the others. There is an entanglement of memories, from where one selects and organizes, on time and space, the hiper-textuality of one‟s own writing. It is possible to “walk” along such “Blue City” and to identify the rituals of contemporaneity which have started to settle into our society: new ways of narrating death, new ways of experimenting mourning, and new ways of rendering public that which, for a long time, had been confined to the private domain. In the present research, I attempt to understand how teenagers, users of Orkut, are dealing with life and death, with the ambivalent loneliness that springs from a set of virtual relations which might shorten some distances and make rifts between others. I analyze discourses of Brazilian youngsters who committed suicide and left, along the public spaces of Orkut, the virtual traces of a foretold, uttered death.

Keywords: Suicide, Internet, Orkut, Discourse Analysis