Um brinde a Abril! Que continue previsível e inalterável, porque as coisas são mesmo assim.
Vamos sentar-nos ali um bocadinho nas escadinhas do passado ao lado da grande Família que somos, e pôr um letreiro a dizer: ESTRANHOS NÃO SÃO BEM VINDOS. Cadeiras reservadas à Família, utilize o escadote.
Enfim, tratamos bem de alguns, mas há que nunca descurar o clã - os verdadeiros. Para sempre e mais além. Não desgrudamos, fazemos questão.

Abril é tão previsível.

The Rolling Stones, As tears go by

It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Doin things I used to do
They think are new
I sit and watch
As tears go by

Disse que ia lutar por ti mas


(adeus)


Com o tempo tudo se desvanece...

Notas

I. Quando um colega me pergunta baixinho se "posso ir ali com ele à sala das arcas para me fazer uma pergunta" não significa que ele tenha alguma segunda intenção.

II. Quando vou no comboio e alguém me pergunta em que estação estamos, a resposta que ela espera ouvir não será certamente "estamos no inverno".

(III. Pensar antes de responder, pode poupar alguns embaraços.)

IV. Um diálogo costuma envolver duas pessoas. Quando envolve apenas uma, chama-se monólogo, e pode tornar-se muito entediante para quem está a ouvir. Especialmente quando já são 13 horas, tem-se fome para ir almoçar e ainda por cima é dia de servirem arroz de pato.

V. A idade dos "porquês" não ocorre obrigatoriamente aos quatro anos de idade. Pode ocorrer aos 40.

VI. Há coincidências assustadoras. Demasiadamente assustadoras.
E mesmo assim, não há forma de alguém conseguir convencer-me de que são algo mais do que coincidências...
E apesar de tudo, fico a pensar se...

Well maybe I'm just too young
To keep good love from going wrong

I want to live like common people, I want to do whatever common people do

Pulp, Common People

Sing along with the common people,
sing along and it might just get you through,
laugh along with the common people,
laugh along even though they're laughing at you,
and the stupid things that you do.

Goldfrapp, A&E

Fui ali, já venho.

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

Echo & The Bunnymen, The Killing Moon

Hoje de manhã a c. foi para cozinha fazer bolachinhas de Natal...
Disse-me "até logo!".
Mas nunca mais voltou...
Por isso, fico eu encarregue de desejar a todos um feliz Natal.

They've come to take our lives away

The shadows of the night,
are unleashed again.
Where their greed begins
the end is near.
A morbid hunger for blood,
lies in their cold black eyes
They've come to take our lives away.

One by one they died.
A massacre that took all night
They had no chance, it was no fight
You can't kil what has been killed before,
They died...

With shadows on its tale.
He stepped through the portal,
locked the door and ate the key.
With his life they took their way to freedom,
and be became the final keeper of the key.

Gatekeeper - Within Temptation

- Se eu te propuser irmos um dia sair...um cafezinho, aceitas?

- Achas isso boa ideia?

- Mas agora és a voz da minha consciência?

- Tu e o teu sarcasmo... E pões logo as garras de fora.

- Pois claro! Tenho de ter uma atitude defensiva por poder ouvir de ti a pior resposta possível.

- Tenho de confessar que tens uma grande coragem por fazeres tal pergunta depois de todas as conversas que já tivemos.

- Porque não te limitas a responder..?

- Não, não quero.

- Obrigado. Erá só isso que precisavas de dizer: que não queres.

The Jesus and Mary Chain , Just Like Honey

"Salvem o Pedro"

On the Run

Se tanto me dói que as coisas passem
É porque cada instante em mim foi vivo
Na luta por um bem definitivo
Em que as coisas de amor se eternizassem.



Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen

The Futureheads, Decent Days and Nights

- Olhe desculpe, podia dar-me um envelope para eu colocar lá dentro a certidão? É para não se molhar com a chuva...

- Ai não, não. Estamos em contenção de despesas. Tome lá (estende folha branca A4 dobrada ao meio)

Conservatória do Registo Civil, lx

Alabama Song

Show me the way to the next whisky bar
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
Show me the way to the next whisky bar
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find the next whisky bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you
I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky
Oh, you know why.

Show me the way to the next pretty girl
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
Show me the way to the next pretty girl
Oh don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find the next pretty girl
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you
I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have a girl
Oh, you know why.

Show me the way to the next little dollar
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
Show me the way to the next little dollar
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find the next little dollar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you
I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have dollars
Oh, you know why.

Bertolt Brecht
(Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny)

* Doors
* David Bowie

Hey you, what do you see?

Something beautiful,

something free?

The beautiful people

The beautiful people

The beautiful people

The beautiful people

The beautiful people...

"Moro no rés-do-chão do pensamento
E ver passar a Vida faz-me tédio"

And so it is...

And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time
And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her sky

I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes...

And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We'll both forget the breeze
Most of the time
And so it is
The colder water
The blower's daughter
The pupil in denial

I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes...

Did I say that I loathe you?
Did I say that I want to
Leave it all behind?

I can't take my mind off of you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off of you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind...
My mind...my mind...
'Til I find somebody new

We just want to emote til we're dead
I know we suffer for fashion
or whatever
we dont' want these days to ever end
we just want to emasculate them forever
forever, forever
pretty sirens don't go flat
it's not supposed to happen like that
not like that
not like that
not like that

Of Montreal, Suffer for Fashion

Cat Power, Lived in Bars

And you did your best but

As I live and breathe
You have killed me
You have killed me
Yes I walk around somehow
But you have killed me
You have killed me

And there is no point saying this again
There is no point saying this again

One of these days I'm going to cut you into little pieces.