Xica da Silva (1996)

Actors

• Lídia Franco (actress)
• Walter Avancini (director)
• Anabela Teixeira (actress)
• Zezé Motta (actress)
• Sérgio Britto (actor)
• Ilona Staller (actress)
• Míriam Pires (actress)
• Zózimo Bulbul (actor)
• Maria Alves (actress)
• Léa Garcia (actress)
• Rita Ribeiro (actress)
• Ângela Leal (actress)
• Jacques Lagôa (director)
• Paulo César Grande (actor)
• Camacho Costa (actor)

Genres

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Male - Artrosis
• Male - A Forest Of Stars

Stone of no value
Appeared as a diamond
Although it's always been unbroken
It's gone into a dream long ago
And you're white page again
You efface words with rain
That bitter like a wormwood
You will find your breathe
In unwritten verses
When you master their plot
You're white page again
You efface words with rain
That bitter like a wormwood
Her touch of your burnt feelings
Will never come back
Wormwood - your sing
You fight with dream and night
That is memory's queen
Everything is being brought to dust
In your inner-self and together with you
In the gallery of phantoms and shadows
You stand stock still alone
With new hour hoping
Something will let you move
But again

Rough pencil scrawls of what could have been...
Bright flowers there were
I somehow couldn't catch their scent it seemed
Colours weren't quite right... ?
A fumbled tickle of summer sandblasted by the jackbooted night
Sun went down
Moon rose
We basked in the whitewash somewhere near opaque silence
Just as ghosts in a storm of black noise...
Cold fixed stars shining all over the tight tarpaulin of unsun void only.
Separation
All stars screaming
... needle holes in heaven...
Another nameless soul on the blacklist
Snorted the sun, saved the moon for morning
Now awaiting further gathering of the clouds
Bathed in grey stroke black
-no way out it keeps coming back
Noise preventing rebirth
We bathe in shreds of whispering glass
Moon fell
Sun cried
Kept the dragon down, chasing the moon now
With my teeth? And claws!
Down dragon
Moon chased
Teeth wide open
Claws at your pretty throat
Afell asun, arose athunder!
I am an e-flat mage
Chemical curses on the rampage
Head full of daggers
For the backs of random strangers
I suggest you keep an eye or three
Upon your enemies... my dear!
Accidental summer caught mid coitus
Smiling winter zips the up
... Saunters aways with a whistle
Whilst the good weather bleeds rain, torn asunder
... Tears for the cold dried only by their owner