Eu ia escrver sobre como o vídeo da Cicarelli é uma grande síntese dos últimos tempos, mas não vou. Talvez porque ele não seja uma síntese dos últimos tempos. Mas, na verdade, eu acredito que seja. Mas, reitero, não escreverei sobre isso. Or will I?
Recapitulemos, Cicarelli transa em um local público, é filmada, chamada de "fogosa" e ainda diz que vai processar as pessoas que espalharam o filme pela internet. Argumento: sua privacidade foi invadida. Em suma, fez merda e está achando que não houve problema algum.
Mas eu não vou escrever sobre o vídeo da Cicarelli. Afinal, aqueles gregos baitolas são mais divertidos. Se você gosta de novela mexicana devia ler os mitos gregos. Mais dramalhão, impossível.
Prometeu, nosso velho amigo, depois de entregar o fogo aos homens foi acorrentado a um penhasco. Todo dia vinha uma águia comer seu fígado, que a noite se regenerava.
Epimeteu, irmão de Prometeu, fez cagadas ainda maiores: abriu a caixa de Pandora.
Vou parar por aqui: Epimeteu faz cagadas ainda maiores.
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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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3 comentários:
Eis o início de toda a família dos baitolas. O cara ganha uma mulher de presente, cheia de talentos, que resolve assistir sex and the city - greek season promo episodes, e estraga tudo. Mas deixa a esperança, claro, assim como a Cicarelli. Agora no que eu não sei.
Porque, veja só, a grande tradição filosófica helênica é como Sex and the City.
Platão era a personagem principal, que conta as aventuras de seus amigos. Aristóteles é aquela mais "recatadinha", morena. Sócrates é aquela outra que tem um bebê no meio da série. E Protágoras é aquela que dá pra todo mundo, para ver a medida de todas as coisas dos homens.
Mas Protágoras não faz propriamente parte da grande tradição filosófica helênica. Mas eu não me importo.
e o mr. big? quem é?
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