Enquanto eu me vicio em Suzanne de Leonard Cohen ("And just when you mean to tell her / That you have no love to give her / Then she gets you on her wavelength / And she lets the river answer / That you've always been her lover") - música, aliás, embriagante, para dizer o mínimo - Dane me manda um scrap pelo Orkut contando um sonho que teve.
O sonho vai e vem e há no carro dela um frasco de remédios que eu esqueci lá: "algo tipo fluoxetina." Como o Código Jedi não tem um capítulo sobre farmacologia (OK, vou tentar falar menos do código daqui pra frente), fui procurar o que a fluoxetina faz e em quais medicamentos é possível a encotrar. Resumindo, a Dane ainda tem que me explicar porque o subconsciente dela acha que eu tomo fluoxetina e eu estou grato que não era sildenafil. Tudo isso enquanto eu me vicio em Suzanne do Leonard Cohen. Presságio?
Enquanto eu me vicio em Suzanne do Leonard Cohen, andam fazendo o que eu faço, por aí. Ou andam fazendo o que acham que eu faço, por aí. Melhor enunciado desse do que daquele jeito porque este blog não é hermético, está apenas codificado. Mas se está em um código que apenas o autor saiba, não seria por isso hermético? Não, não seria. Nada de mais, para falar a verdade.
E ai de quem comentar sobre Susanne do Weezer, ok?
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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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- MONSTERING
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- Spaceyship.com
- There's no real truce in my fury
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- Voz do Deserto
- Was ist los?
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Um comentário:
eca, weezer nao. Vejamos, pra entender melhor meu subconsciente temos que levar mais coisas em consideracao: a embalagem do remedio era da farmacia buenos aires, onde o meu remedio e' manipulado, e ele tem uma acao parecida com a fluoxetina, mas o principio ativo dele e' diferente. E tem mais alguns traumas de infancia tambem e... bem, voce ouviu a versao daquela musica que eu te falei? eheh
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