Hoje meu almoço foi... hum... abonado por uma vista não muito freqüente. A menina sentada na mesa frente à minha, a despeito do frio, resolveu vestir hoje uma daquelas calças com a cintura baixa e, consequentemente, expôs sua roupa de baixo. A calcinha era, naturalmente, da Victoria's Secret. Cor vermelha, um pouquinho rendada. Sua característica mais marcante, contudo, era o formato. Digamos apenas que ela por motivos de projeto arquitetônico tinha a parte do traseiro um tanto quanto estreitinha.
Para falar a verdade, eu não entendi nada da situação. Ocorre que eu, fervoroso adepto da doutrina que propõe uma relação unívoca entre o dia da semana e a roupa de baixo que sou, não consigo conceber calcinha vermelha enfiadinha numa terça-feira. Quinta ou sexta, talvez... Seria por que esta é uma semana de feriado? Ah, os mistérios do universo feminino!
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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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2 comentários:
Essa moça que você viu devia estar um pouco perdida na semana mesmo, o feriado não justifica o uso de uma calcinha vermelha em plena terça feira... nessa quarta, por exemplo, até que dava, pois era véspera de feriado, a gente até entende.
Como é que você sabe que a calcinha era da Victoria's Secret, deu pra ver a etiqueta, já memorizou o catálogo..?
Eles vendem coisas boas lá, acredito que você vai concordar comigo.
Não seria ético revelar minhas fontes...
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