Esta tarde, 17:10, algures na cidade de Maputo: são jovens, tarzans-pop de cabelo pintado, óculos de lentes escuras, rostos exibindo enfado calculado, carros último modelo, entram pelo passeio adentro, os cds/dvds ao máximo, portas abertas, perscruta-vip das pitas que, olho atento, corpo-jeans bamboleando, alma indecisa, vão passando.
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Crazy (Gnarls Barkley)
I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that phase
Even your emotions had an echo
In so much space
And when you're out there, without care
Yeah, I was out of touch
But it wasn't because I didn't know enough
I just knew too much
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Possibly
And I hope that you are having the time of your life
But think twice, that's my only advice
Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are?
Ha ha ha, bless your soul
You really think you're in control
Well, I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
Just like me
My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb
And all I remember is thinking "I want to be like them"
Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun
And it's no coincidence I've come
And I can die when I'm done
Maybe I'm crazy
Maybe you're crazy
Maybe we're crazy
Probably
musica: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qe500eIK1oA&feature=related
Faz falta uma série de posts que sugeria exatamente isso, esse seu olhar sobre o pitoresco ao redor.
Por que não trazê-la de volta?
Ver com as suas lentes é sempre fascinante, professor.
Excesso de hormonas no corpo e o processo de "copy past" de que tantas vezes me referi aqui neste diário. Isto tem que acabar. As hormonas mais valem serem gastas em coisas produtivas e não em acrobacias que em nada beneficia o país real.
Zicomo
...os novos continuadores,futuros homem-novo...
Quem planta ventos,colhe tempestades !!!
Tóxico
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