Clara (Clóirtheach or An Clárach in Irish) is a town on the River Brosna in County Offaly and is the 10th largest town in the midlands of Ireland. The town has a population of 3001 (2006 census), however a number of well populated housing estates lie outside the town boundary making the actual population higher. Clara has plenty of local services including churches, banks, credit union, schools, supermarkets, shops, garages, pubs, nightclubs and restaurants. It has its own Garda(police) and fire station while the Midlands regional hospital is located just seven miles away in Tullamore. Clara has a strong association with sport. The successful GAA club looks after Gaelic football and hurling from under 8 to senior level. Clara also has a successful junior soccer club. The town has two swimming pools and a successful pitch and putt club. Clara's power lifting club has won a number of national and international awards. A golf driving range is located in the town also with the Esker Hills golf club located just outside the town. There is a local equestrian centre and sports centre also.
Clara Morgane (born Emmanuelle Aurélie Munos on 25 January 1981 in Marseille) is a former pornographic actress, a French singer, media personality and TV host.
Clara Morgane was born and raised in Marseille.
She was unusual in that at first, she appeared in a series of films with only one partner; Greg Centauro, who was her boyfriend at the time. Post-Centauro, she performed with other male porn actors, such as Ian Scott in the movie La Cambrioleuse.
She was the anchorwoman of the Journal du hard on the pay-TV channel Canal+, from September 2001 to August 2008. She also writes sex advice columns in a few French magazines for teenagers and adults. In France, she often appears on national TV and provides a kind of socially acceptable, family friendly representation of porn.
Meanwhile she arranged her singing career. Rudy Lansard produced her first song "J'aime".
Clara Morgane has created two brands of lingerie, 'Clara M.' and 'Shocking Princess.' She is also the spokeswoman for the French soft drink Gini.
Tânia Mara Araújo Almeida (born February 9, 1983 in Brasilia) is a Brazilian singer and actress.
Mara is best known for the songs "Se Quiser", a cover of Kelly Clarkson's 2003 song "Anytime" included on the soundtrack to the telenovela Páginas da Vida, and "Sonho Lindo", which is used as the theme for the telenovela Desejo Proibido.
She is married to Jayme Monjardim, film director and director of Rede Globo network soap operas .
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In a post-apocalyptic world, a man and his family struggle to survive and fend off an ever-growing population of 'Beings'. Even though his resistance efforts are futile, he is blinded by his commitment to his human-ness. But when a member of his family is converted, he must face a great question; what does it mean to be human? Is it merely our biology, or something greater and more intangible?
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Every day, Clara is picked up and taken to her workplace. Once there, she undergoes a process that erases her immediate memory so she may begin her work, which involves making a clean slate of her so she may channel others' conflicts. One day, Clara runs away, and is forced to deal with the consequences of her actions. Both in terms of method and content, 'Spinario' deals with issues of control: the control we retain and the control we relinquish, willingly or not, to others. Situations were set up to allow for improvisation and the unexpected, as the protagonist often oblivious of what the scene would entail.
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Eric gets his brand new shoes taken by the neighborhood bully, who flings them across a telephone-wire littered with the shoes of his past victims. When they can't get the phone company to come out and help, Eric and his friends have to figure out other ways to liberate his shoes... and deal with the bully.
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There are 10 million games in the naked city - board games, mind games, gender games, drinking games, video games, gaming the system, mating games, role-playing games, and games of chance. A nuclear scientist practices for her baton competition. Video game addiction fractures a lesbian couple. An alienated office worker plays games of life and death. Everyone plays games, whether they know it or not. We humans have come up with many ways to pass the vacant hours. Two actors try on different roles in order to connect to their characters. An alienated dwarf with a gambling addiction talks to his bookie, an equally alienated creature, who is late for yoga. A group of friends gathers to play a board game and gossip. Some hospital orderlies go into a back room to play a drinking game with an imaginary ball. What draws them all together? Each game provides us with a glimpse into our diversions - light and dark.
Keywords: baton-twirling, board-game, checkers, cross-dresser, cross-dressing, dating-game, death, drinking-game, gambling, game
10 million people, 19 players, 11 games, 1 city, 73 minutes.
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Clara, a beautiful American opera singer seeks a fresh start in Rome. She meets Oliver, a disillusioned young English tour-guide, whose frivolous advances are an enticing but ominous breath of fresh air. With a sense of excitement back in her life, the two flirt with irresponsibility until the consequences can no longer be ignored: Clara becomes pregnant. Oliver lacks both strength and desire to face up to their predicament. Alone and flustered Clara rapidly finds her world spiraling out of control, as the reality of her carefree existence comes tragically crashing home. The foreseeable cycle of events are overseen by the understanding Giuseppe, who runs a bar near the Vatican City. His brother, Luca, is an angry and frustrated tour-guide, who ironically feels threatened by foreigners. Both brothers sense the inevitable catastrophe approaching: both are powerless to prevent it. The ephemeral wave of expatriate romances rolls on. As Oliver leaves, another young idealist arrives. Clara is left to struggle with the sweeping delights and ensuing drama that the lifestyle inherently dictates. With Rome as their playground, the characters and events expose the deep composition of the Italian mantra. 'La Bella Figura' is Italy's soul; the essence of appearance over substance.
Keywords: expatriate, rome-italy, traveler
Is it all on the surface?
Clara, Clara, where can you be
Clara, Clara, come back to me
I love you honestly
Think of you constantly
Clara, come back to me
Friends ask about you
Why I'm here without you
So hard to explain but I try
You found a new love
Said we were through, love
Sometimes I wish I could die
Clara, Clara, where can you be
Clara, Clara, come back to me
I love you honestly
Think of you constantly
Clara,
Donnez-moi encore une dernière chance,
Ça ne coûte rien, il n'y a plus de témoins,
Quand la foule crie, quand ma corde balance,
Dîtes-moi au moins que vous m'aimez Clara,
Si c'est par amour que vous me faites pendre,
Ça ne coûte rien, il n'y a plus de témoins,
Il n'y a plus qu'un mot que je voudrais entendre,
Dîtes-moi au moins que vous m'aimez Clara.
Cela fait des nuits et des jours
Que je n'ai plus qu'un seul désir,
Je n'ai pas vécu sans amour,
Sans amour je ne veux pas mourir,
Pas de verre d'alcool et pas de cigarette,
Ne restez pas là à ne me dire rien,
Quand la foule crie, quand le bourreau s'apprête,
Dîtes-moi au moins que vous m'aimez Clara.
Rappelez-vous Clara, vous m'appeliez votre poète,
J'avais dix-sept ans, vous mettiez vos dents sur ma peau,
Rappelez-vous Clara, le jour où vous me fîtes fête
Pour dire au soleil que j'étais beau,
Y a déjà trois ans, Dieu comme le temps passe,
Voici que la biche s'est changée en loup,
Voici que l'amour s'est changé en grimace
Mais je ne veux pas mourir sans votre amour Clara.
Vous êtes ma reine et je suis votre esclave,
Je baise vos mains, je baise vos genoux,
Voici le bourreau qui vient, l'heure est trop grave,
Je ne veux pas mourir sans votre amour Clara.
Vos yeux sont remplis de tristesse,
Vous consultez votre miroir,
C'est pour ne plus voir ma jeunesse
Que vous me jetez dans le noir.
Mais je vais leur dire bien haut
Que je vous aime, non!
Il est trop tard, ne prenez plus ma main,
Je meurs plus heureux que je n'ai vécu même
I saw you crying as I turned away. Did I see your face like it wasn't there? And I know I was wrong... yeah, I knew it all along, but I didn't care about you. Clara where are you today? Did you make the same mistakes that I made, a million times before I met you? Did you go, did you run? Did you think of your son? Do you know you're not the only one that tried to make a piece of coal into a diamond? yeah.
I saw you crying as I turned away. Did I see your face like it wasn't there? And I know I was wrong... yeah, I knew it all along, but I didn't care about you. Clara where are you today? Did you make the same mistakes that I made, a million times before I met you? Did you go, did you run? Did you think of your son? Do you know you're not the only one that tried to make a piece of coal into a diamond? yeah.
Birds
Birds
This is not a cornhusk doll
Dipped in blood in the moonlight
Like what happen in America
This is us
Our eyesides snagged
Dipped in mob in the daylight
Like what happen in America
The breasts are still heavy
The legs long and straight
The upper lip remains short
The teeth are too small
The eyeside is green
The hair long and black
Still coming through
Still coming through
She knows this room
She can navigate it in the dark
She entered the Palazzo at night by a side door
To ascend to a lift in the upper floor
She lies on the bed
Looking up not yet seeing
The signs of the zodiac painted in gold
On the blue vaulted ceiling
His enormous eyes as he arrives
Coming nearer in the surrounding darkness
His strange beliefs about the moon
Its influence upon men of affairs
The danger of its cold light on your face
While you were sleeping
She'll eclipse it with her head
Stroke him while he sleeps
Until he has nothing to do among men of affairs
Sometime before dawn
Her bare feet cross the floor
She gazes from the window
At the fountain in the courtyard
Sometimes I feel like a swallow
A swallow which by some mistake
Has gotten into an attic
And knocks its head against the walls in terror
This is not a rabbit skinned
With a body of silver
Like what happen in America
The breasts are still heavy
The legs long and straight
The upper lip remains short
The teeth are too small
The eyeside is green
The hair long and black
Still coming through
Still coming through
The mood soon changed
In the clear morning air
A man came up towards the body
And poked it with a stick
It rocked swiftly
And twisted around at the end of the rope
Finer than a hair from every side
Finer than a hair
Birds
Birds
This is just a cornhusk doll
Dipped in blood in the moonlight
This is just a cornhusk doll
This morning in my room
A little swallow was trapped
It flew around desperately
Until it fell exhausted on my bed
I picked it up
So as not to frighten it
I opened the window
I saw you cryin' as I turned away
Did I see your face, like it wasn't there
And I know I was wrong...
yeah, I knew it all along
But I didn't care about you
Clara, where are you today?
And did you make the same mistakes...
that I made, a million times before I met
you
Did you go, did you run, did you think of
your son?
Did you know you're not the only one...
that tried to make a piece of coal into a
diamond yeah!
So everything's fine now, at least you say
Maybe that's o.k. - But you know it's
wrong
Was I right, did it last?
Were you dwelling on the past???
Or hanging on to a memory
so you say your time will never come
Maybe you should go ahead and jump...
Then you'll become exactly what you are
hanging onto
Standing there on the bridge
wiith your feet on the ledge
maybe I might push you over the edge...
and send you falling straight to the ground.
Que lindo que era verlos caminando
un alma sola dividida en dos,
la orilla de ese mar los encantaba
quedaba todo quieto alrededor.
Hermosa fue la vida que llevaron
la suerte no les quiso dar un sol,
curioso es que su risa iluminaba
hasta el día que ese mal se la llevo.
Se queda con su foto en un rincón
y sueña encontrarla arriba,
escucha susurrar un disco viejo
que su Clara una vez le regaló.
El sigue con su vida recortada
sin Clara fue una vida sin color,
la imagen de sus ratos más felices,
hasta ahora siguen siendo su motor.
Se queda con su foto en un rincón
y sueña encontrarla arriba,
escucha susurrar un disco viejo
que su Clara una vez le regaló.
Se queda con su foto en un rincón
y sueña encontrarla arriba,
escucha susurrar un disco viejo
que su Clara una vez le regaló.
La siente,
la escucha,
la espera,
y sueña.
Se queda con su foto en un rincón
y sueña encontrarla arriba,
escucha susurrar un disco viejo
que su Clara una vez le regaló.
La lleva bien pegada al corazón,
se alegra de nunca despedirla.
Pero no va bajo la orilla caminando,
por que sabe que era hermoso entre los dos.
Por que sabe que era hermoso entre los dos.
Sabe que era hermoso.
Give me a moment to say how I feel
ready or not this time I feel like I'm willing to be candid with you
you are pretty good with the clever remark
but whether or not you mean every word
that you say I really don't know
we don't ever get that far
I just come and then I go like seasons and
I think I love you clara
I love you clara
I am old enough to want to know you better
Stairway down to an uptown train
A university gig that I don't know very much about
Sing with the choir take a taxi home
On the way back to for green but
Way of the Manhattan bridge
You said you were sick of it
Garbage on the sidewalks and the sirens all day long
I love you clara
I love you clara
I am old enough to want to know you better
It seems like you've got a lot on your plate
I can't be someone I'm not
I am just a boy to distract you from the stresses and the strains
of an urban life
you took me in without question
and I need you more than you need me clara
I love you clara