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Um buraco
Acontece que te é prometido um grande êxito durante um longo período em que desde o início não acreditas, tão diferente é do resto das oferendas do destino, e se de vez em quando pensas nele, faze-lo como se fosse para te abandonares à tua fantasia, mas quando, por fim, num dia muito ordinário com um vento de oeste, a notícia chega – destruindo simplesmente, instantaneamente e decisivamente qualquer esperança nesse êxito -, então ficas subitamente espantado por descobrir que embora não acreditasses nele, tinhas vivido com ele todo este tempo, não te apercebendo da presença constante e próxima do sonho que desde há muito ganhara corpo e se tornara independente , a ponto de agora não seres capaz de o fazer sair da tua vida sem nela fazeres um buraco.
in O Dom, Vladimir Nabokov
in O Dom, Vladimir Nabokov
24.11.08
No good Trying
It's no good trying to place your hand
Where I can't see because I understand
That you're different from me
Yes, I can tell that you can't be what you pretend
And you're rocking me backwards
And you're rocking towards the
Red and yellow mane on a stallion horse
It's no good trying to hold your love
Where I can't see because I understand
That you're different from me
Yes, I can tell that you can't be what you pretend
The caterpillar hood
won't cover the head and
You know you should be home in bed
It's no good holding a sequinned fan
Where I can't see because I understand
That you're different from me
Yes, I can tell that you can't be what you pretend
Yes, you're spinning around
And aroud in a car
With electric lights flashing very fast...
Syd Barret
21.11.08
20.11.08
Walk a mile in my shoes
If I could be you, if you could be me
For just one hour, if we could find a way
To get inside each other's mind
If you could see you through my eyes
Instead your own ego I believe you'd be
I believe you'd be surprised to see
That you've been blind
Walk a mile in my shoes
just walk a mile in my shoes
Before you abuse, criticize and accuse
Then walk a mile in my shoes
Now if we spend the day
Throwin' stones at one another
'Cause I don't think, 'cause I don't think
Or wear my hair the same way you do
Well, I may be common people
But I'm your brother
And when you strike out
You're tryin' to hurt me
It's hurtin' you, Lord HAVE mercy
Walk a mile in my shoes
just walk a mile in my shoes
Before you abuse, criticize and accuse
Then walk a mile in my shoes
Now there are people on reservations
And out in the ghetto
And brother there, but, for the grace of God
Go you and I,
If I only had wings of a little angel
Don't you know, I'd fly
To the top of a mountain
And then I'd cry, cry, cry
Walk a mile in my shoes
just walk a mile in my shoes
Before you abuse, criticize and accuse
Then walk a mile in my shoes (3X)
words & music by Joe South
Performed by Elvis Presley
19.11.08
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