IRISH PHILOSOPHY

The Irish have a philosophical, humorous acceptance of the misfortunes of life, summed up by the phrase 'ah, sure, it could be worse'.

IRISH PHILOSOPHY

In life, there are only two things to worry about -
Either you are well or you are sick.
If you are well, there is nothing to worry about,
But if you are sick, there are only two things to worry about -
Either you will get well or you wiil die.
If you get well, there is nothing to worry about,
But if you die, there are only two things to worry about -
Either you will go to heaven or to hell.
If you go to heaven, there is nothing to worry about.
And if you go to hell, you'll be so busy shaking hands with all your friends
You won't have time to worry!


AN IRISH SONG
SUNDAY, BLOODY SUNDAY (U2)

POEMS BY ME ABOUT ME

I am a dreaming girl who loves to sing
I wonder what will happen in the future
I hear a howl in the night
I see a dark grey wolf starring at me
I want to be like him to be able to protect the ones I love
I am a dreaming girl who loves to sing

I pretend to be a wild animal
I feel the wind on my skin
I touch the ground feeling its strength
I worry if I’ll become a prey
I cry in order to be a stranger
I am a dreaming girl who loves to sing

I understand the pain of living
I say we’re all the same
I dream about being able to fly
I try to be myself
I hope my voice will reach the others
I am a dreaming girl who loves to sing
Raquel Godinho (11º ano E)


I am a girl who has a dream
I wonder how large the Universe is
I hear the sound of the Ocean
I see an angel, far away
I am a girl who has a dream

I pretend to cross the world
I feel the world between my fingers
I touch my soul, a fantasy
I worry about the future, it concerns me
I cry because I’m far away
I am a girl who has a dream

I understand the meaning of sadness
I say that love happens
I dream about walking on the moon
I hope to be free
I am a girl who has a dream
Ana Carolina Marques (11º ano E)

I am a girl who loves to live and to be alive
I wonder if God really exists
I hear the sound of a broken string
I see my twin soul in the paradise
I want you close to me
I am a girl who loves to live and to be alive

I pretend to love people around me
I feel you’re thinking about me
I touch your angel face
I worry about the environment
I cry for the future of our children
I am agirl who loves to live and to be alive

I understand it is not easy to survive on these days
I say people are all equal but different
I dream about the days everyone can express his own culture
I try to understand suicide
I hope not to try to do it
I am a girl who loves to live and to be alive
Joana Fernandes (11º ano E)

William Shakespeare - Sonnet XVIII

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd:
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.


David Gilmore - Sonnet XVIII (William Shakespeare)

Linkin Park - "What I've done"

In this farewell
There's no blood, there's no alibi
'Cause I've drawn regret
Fromthe truth of a thousad lies

[Pre-Chorus]
So let mercy come
And wash away
What I've done

[Chorus]
I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become
Erase myself
And let go of what I've done

Put to rest
What you thought of me
While I clean this slate
With the hands of uncertainty

[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]

Radiohead - "Fake Plastic Trees"

A green plastic watering can
For a fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plants
To get rid of itself

And it wears him out, it wears him out
It wears him out, it wears him out

She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
On girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins

It waers her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out