«- Como estás?, é uma bela questão. Normalmente respondo - Sei lá, porque não gosto de mentir. E sei lá de facto. Umas vezes estou redondo, outras quadrado, outras cheio de picos, outras liquefeito, outras não estou sequer: deslizo por aí armado em nuvem. - Como estás?, e é impossível responder - Deslizo por aí armado em nuvem» António Lobo Antunes
Youn Sun Nah - Jockey Full of Bourbon (Tom Waits cover)
Edna Million in a drop dead suit Dutch Pink on a downtown train Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot I'm in the corner on the pouring rain Sixteen men on a dead man's chest And I've been drinking from a broken cup Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up
Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head And I'm stepping on the devil's tail Across the stripes of a full moon's head And through the bars of a Cuban jail Bloody fingers on a purple knife Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife Admire the view from up on top of the mast
Hey little bird, fly away home House is on fire, children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home House is on fire, your children are alone
I said hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home House is on fire, your children are alone
Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride "To the carnival" is what she said A hundred dollars makes it dark inside Edna Million in a drop dead suit Dutch Pink on a downtown train Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot I'm in the corner on the pouring rain
Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children are alone
É comum a ideia de que os velhos são os conservadores típicos e os jovens são os inovadores. Não é bem assim. Os conservadores mais típicos são os jovens, os que querem viver mas não pensam nem têm tempo para pensar como viver e que, por isso, optam pelo modelo de vida já existente.
Tolstói em O Diabo e Outros Contos (1889-90)
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