A despeito disso e disso, os últimos dias de julho foram muito bons. Transbordaram inclusive pro início de agosto. Evidentemente, me deixaram pensando na condição humana. As segundas-feiras e Bubbaloo Banana (o chiclé cheio de sabor) também têm esse efeito em mim.
Ah é, condição humana. É difícil pensar nisso sendo filho de um século de totalitarismo, de campos de concentração; mas o bem existe no homem (e nas mulheres também!). E eu acredito que existem alguns lugares bons para o procurar, e provavelmente, o encontrar. Não vou entregar o ouro assim de graça para vocês. Pensem aí.
P.S.: Esse blog não foi clonado. Provo esse fato com a seguinte afirmação: só brasileiro pra pegar mais de 30 reais pra ir em show do Chico Buarque.
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I went out walking
Through streets paved with gold,
Lifted some stones of the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul.
I went out walking
Under an atomic sky,
Where the ground won’t turn and the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said goodbye.
Yeah, I went with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering.
I went drifting
Through the capitals of tin,
Where men can’t walk or freely talk
And sons turn their fathers in.
I stopped outside a church house
Where the citizens lack to sit,
They say they want the kingdom
But they don’t want God in it.
I went out riding
Down that old eight lane,
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name.
I went with nothing,
But the thought you’d be there too
Looking for you.
I wet out there
In search of experience
To taste and touch and to view as much
As a man can before he redempts.
I went out searching
Looking for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who would sit at his fathers right hand.
I went walking
With a bible and a gun
The word of God laid heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one.
Now Jesus, don’t you wait up
Jesus I’ll be coming home soon
I went out for the papers
Told her I’d be back by noon.
Yeah, I left with nothing
But the thought you’d be there too
Looking for you.
Yeah, I left with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering.
(U2 & Johnny Cash)
Through streets paved with gold,
Lifted some stones of the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul.
I went out walking
Under an atomic sky,
Where the ground won’t turn and the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said goodbye.
Yeah, I went with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering.
I went drifting
Through the capitals of tin,
Where men can’t walk or freely talk
And sons turn their fathers in.
I stopped outside a church house
Where the citizens lack to sit,
They say they want the kingdom
But they don’t want God in it.
I went out riding
Down that old eight lane,
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name.
I went with nothing,
But the thought you’d be there too
Looking for you.
I wet out there
In search of experience
To taste and touch and to view as much
As a man can before he redempts.
I went out searching
Looking for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who would sit at his fathers right hand.
I went walking
With a bible and a gun
The word of God laid heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one.
Now Jesus, don’t you wait up
Jesus I’ll be coming home soon
I went out for the papers
Told her I’d be back by noon.
Yeah, I left with nothing
But the thought you’d be there too
Looking for you.
Yeah, I left with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering.
(U2 & Johnny Cash)
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Arquivo do blog
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agosto
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- Macacos me mordam
- O post inteiro que podia ter sido e que não foi
- Disco novo do Dylan (um poema concreto)
- Eu não gosto de você, mas do seu pai eu gosto
- We'll always have Paris
- Meus problemas acabaram
- Da política monetária e dos parênteses
- Estética
- Peço desculpas
- Dica
- Desconcerto
- Farewell
- Conspiração
- (Not so) Instant karma
- A condição humana, ainda
- Wondering wanderer
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ufa... ai rato, não assunta a gente assim não. por um segundo fiquei sem referencias, meu mundo virou do avesso...
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