* Uma prenda da Sarita *

II

Out amongst the walking wounded, every face on every bus
Is you and me and him and her and nothing can replace the us I knew
Nothing can replace the us I knew

And no, I'm never gonna let you go
And no, I'm never gonna let you go
And now I know I had a choice though you never made it clear to me
I thought you never felt it deeply
Now I'm never gonna let you go
Now I'm never gonna let you go
'Cause I could have loved you forever
I could have loved you forever

What do you want from me?, Are you trying to punish me?
Punish me for loving you, punish me for giving to you
Punish me for nothing I do, punish me for nothing
You punish me for nothing, for nothing

Out amongst the walking wounded, every face on every bus
Is you and me and him and her and nothing can replace the us I knew
Nothing can replace the us I knew

Now I'm never gonna let you go
Now I'm never gonna let you go
And now I know I had a choice though you never made it clear to me
I thought you never felt it deeply
Now I'm never gonna let you go
Now I'm never gonna let you go
'Cause I could have loved you forever
Oh I could have loved you forever

What do you want from me? , Are you trying to punish me?
Punish me for loving you, punish me for giving to you
Punish me for nothing I do, punish me for nothing
You punish me for nothing, for nothing

Out amongst the walking wounded, every face on every bus
Is you and me and him and her and nothing can replace the us I knew
Nothing can replace the us I knew
Out amongst the walking wounded, every face on every train
Is you and me and him and her, some days I think I could go insane
Some days I think I could go insane
#no jornal a minha playlist resume-se a cd's, ou seja, repeat mode bastante tempo...
mas esta musique está mui buenna.

º.0

cof cof

It was a very cold clear fall night
I had a terrible dream
Billy Name and Brigid were playing under my staircase
on the second floor about two o'clock in the morning

I woke up
because Amos and Archie had started barking
That made me very angry
because I wasn't feeling well and I told them
I was very cross the real me
that they just better remember
what happened to Sam the bad cat
that was left at home and got sick and went to pussy heaven

It was a very cold clear fall night
Some snowflakes were falling
Gee, it was so beautiful
and so I went to get my camera to take some pictures
And then I was taking the pictures
but the exposure thing wasn't right
and I was going to call Fred or Gerry
to find out how to set it
I was too late
and then I remembered they were still probably at dinner
and anyway
I felt really bad and didn't want to talk to anybody
but the snowflakes were so beautiful and real looking
and I really wanted to hold them
And that's when I heard the voices
from down the hall near the stairs
So I got a flashlight
and I was scared and I went out into the hallway
There's been all kinds of troubles
lately in the neighborhood
and someone's got to bring home the bacon and anyway
there were Brigid and Billy playing

And under the staircase
was a little meadow sort of like the park at 23rd street
where all the young kids go and play frisbee
Gee, that must be fun
maybe we should do an article on that in the magazine
but they'll just tell me I'm stupid and it won't sell
but I'll just hold my ground this time, I mean
it's my magazine, isn't it?

So I was thinking that as the snowflakes fell
and I heard those voices having so much fun
Gee, it would be so great to have some fun
So I called Billy
but either he didn't hear me or he didn't want to answer
which was so strange
because
even if I don't like reunions I've always loved Billy
I'm so glad he's working
I mean it's different than Online
He keeps touring with those movies
and he doesn't even pay us and the film
I mean the film's just going to disintegrate and then what
I mean he's so normal off of drugs
I just don't get it

And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
Ronnie said I have a muscle
but he's been really mean since he went to AA
I mean what does it mean
when you give up drinking and then you're still so mean
He says I'm being lazy but I'm not
I just can't find any ideas
I mean I'm just not,
let's face it,
going to get any ideas up at the office

And seeing John made me think of the Velvets
and I had been thinking about them
when I was on St. Marks Place
going to that new gallery those sweet new kids have opened
but they thought I was old
and then I saw the old DOM
the old club where we did our first shows
It was so great
And I don't understand about that Velvet's first album
I mean I did the cover
I was the producer
and I always see it repackaged
and I've never gotten a penny from it
How could that be
I should call Henry
but it was good seeing John
I did a cover for him
but I did it in black and white and he change it to color
It would have been worth more if he'd left it my way
but you can never tell anybody anything I've learned that

I tried calling again to Billy and John
they wouldn't recognize me it was like I wasn't there
Why won't they let me in

And then I saw Lou
I'm so mad at him
Lou Reed got married and didn't invite me
I mean is it because he thought I'd bring too many people
I don't get it
could have at least called
I mean he's doing so great
Why doesn't he call me?
I saw him at the MTV show
and he was one row away and he didn't even say hello
I don't get it
You know I hate Lou
I really do
He won't even hire us for his videos
And I was proud of him

I was so scared today
There was blood leaking through my shirt
from those old scars from being shot
And the corset I wear to keep my insides in was hurting
And I did three sets of fifteen pushups
and four sets of ten situps
But then my insides hurt
and I saw drops of blood on my shirt and I remember
the doctors saying I was dead
And then later they had to take blood out of my hand
'cause they ran out our veins
but then
all this thinking was making me an old grouch
and you can't do anything anyway so
if they wouldn't let me play with them in my own dream
I was just going to have to make another
and another
and another
Gee, wouldn't it be funny if I died in this dream
before I could make another one up

And nobody called

And nobody came




.-.
In Berlin, by the wall
you were five foot ten inches tall
It was very nice
candlelight and Dubonnet on ice

We were in a small cafe
you could hear the guitars play
It was very nice
it was paradise

You're right and I'm wrong
hey babe, I'm gonna miss you now that you're gone
One sweet day

Oh, you're right and I'm wrong
you know I'm gonna miss you now that you're gone
One sweet day
One sweet day

In a small, small cafe
we could hear the guitars play
It was very nice
candlelight and Dubonnet on ice

Don't forget, hire a vet
he hasn't had that much fun yet
It was very nice
hey honey, it was paradise

You're right and I'm wrong
oh babe, I'm gonna miss you now that you're gone
One sweet day
You're right, oh, and I'm wrong
you know I'm gonna miss you now that you're gone
One sweet day
One sweet day

One sweet day, one sweet day
oh, one sweet day
One sweet day, baby-baby, one sweet day
one sweet day, one sweet day

-.-

Yes I am mother nature's son
and I'm the only one
I do what I want and I want what I see
huh, could only happen to me

I'm so free
I'm so free

Oh, please, Saint Germaine
I have come this way
Do you remember the shape I was in
I had horns that bent

I'm so free
I'm so free

Do you remember the silver walks
you used to shiver and I used to talk
Then we went down to Times Square
and ever since I've been hanging around there

I'm so free
I'm so free

Yes I am mother nature's son
and I'm the only one
I do what I want and I want what I see
could only happen to me

I'm so free
I'm so free

Oh, oh, oh, I'm so free
oh, oh, oh, I'm so free
Oh, oh, oh, I'm so free
early in the morning, I'm so free
Late in the evening, I'm so free
yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so free
When I feel good, I'm so free
when it's in the morning, I'm so free
When it's in the evening, I'm so free
I'm so free, I'm so free
I'm so free, I'm so free
feel so good, now, I'm so free
Oh, oh, oh, I'm so free
yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so free
Oh, oh, oh, I'm so free
feel so good, now, I'm so free
Feel little nice, I'm so free
feel little down, now, I'm so free
You're so free, I'm so free
I'm so free, I'm so free
I'm so free, I'm so free
I'm so free, I'm so free
....



songs for drella john cale~~lou reed
berlin lou reed

taxiload of faith e YMCA : )

ehpah carai AHAHAHAHA

time to

hey BABE take a walk on the wild side

^^

mais uma mesinha de cabeceira para dia 16 de dezembro, da chili com carne (clikar ao ladinho onde diz: chili1)

João e Maria - Chico Buarque

Agora eu era o herói
E o meu cavalo só falava inglês
A noiva do cowboy era você além das outras três
Eu enfrentava os batalhões, os alemães e seus canhões
Guardava o meu bodoque e ensaiava o rock para as matinês
Agora eu era o rei
Era o bedel e era também juiz
E pela minha lei a gente era obrigado a ser feliz
E você era a princesa que eu fiz coroar
E era tão linda de se admirar
Que andava nua pelo meu país
Não, não fuja não
Finja que agora eu era o seu brinquedo
Eu era o seu pião, o seu bicho preferido
Vem, me dê a mão, a gente agora já não tinha medo
No tempo da maldade acho que a gente nem tinha nascido
Agora era fatal que o faz-de-conta terminasse assim
Pra lá desse quintal era uma noite que não tem mais fim
Pois você sumiu no mundo sem me avisar
E agora eu era um louco a perguntar
O que é que a vida vai fazer de mim?

sentimentos postiços e/ou emergência do adulto:
palavra cujo sentido oficial e profissional da coisa me fere sem pudor: U N I F O R M I D A D E

Coisas da revista jornaleira de domingos

foto googlada






Esta borboleta (pelo menos penso eu) de nome maculinea alcon tem uma história engraçada (cof cof!) de sobrevivência:

Por baixo do manto branco, abrigados dos 4 ou 5 graus negativos que dominam o céu de breu, dezenas de ninhos de formigas albergam centenas de lagartas da Maculinea. No ninho as lagartas do lepidóptero são tidas como larvas de formiga. Neste passe de magia quem ganha é a borboleta. Bem se pode dizer que estamos perante uma borboleta-cuco, pois a técnica empregue para distrair o animal parasitado é semelhante. No caso da ave, um ovo da espécie hospedeira é atirado para fora do ninho, sendo posto outro, que o pássaro vai criar como se fosse da sua progenitora. A borboleta possui uma estratégia semelhante, mas mais complexa: após a postura, feita em Julho e Agosto nas flores de genciana (Gentiana pneumonanthe), os ovos eclodem, dando origem a minúsculas lagartas que vão consumindo a cápsula floral durante duas ou três semanas. Após este tempo, as lagartas deixam-se cair ao solo e esperam ser adoptadas por formigas do género Myrmica, que as irão transportar ao formigueiro, pensando tratar-se de larvas de formiga perdidas. Uma vez no formigueiro, as lagartas da Maculinea vão consumindo centenas de larvas de formiga, dando em troca uma substância açucarada. Em Julho do ano seguinte ao da adopção dá-se o processo de transformação em crisálida. Uma semana depois eclode a borboleta, que rapidamente procura uma saída do formigueiro, pois a química que iludiu as formigas deixa de funcionar e rapidamente passa a ser considerada um inimigo.



# frase que não entendo:
Só conservamos o que amamos, só amamos o que percebemos e só percebemos o que nos ensinaram Baba Dioum

## quem foi Platão?

belas pics

criança e o abandono e a mulher
engraçada: como cada vez mais sabe bem não ser mentira, não há mistério algum,
cínico ou não, e o homem
Menos piada contudo bem mais satisfatório será saber fazer pela vida (pela verdade) por outra pessoa

a difícil tarefa de viver de corpo porco humano

Just one step at a time
And closer to destiny
I knew at a glance
There'd always be a chance for me
With someone I could live for
Nowhere I would rather be

Is your love strong enough
Like a rock in the sea
Am I asking too much
Is your love strong enough?

Just one beat of your heart
And stranger than fantasy
I knew from the start
It had to be the place for me
Someone that I would die for
There's no way I could ever leave

Is your love strong enough
Like a rock in the sea
Am I asking too much
Is your love strong enough?

Is your love strong enough?
Just one beat of your heart
Is your love strong enough?
Is your love strong enough?
Is your love strong enough?
Is your love strong enough?
Is your love strong enough?

Just one beat of your heart
Strong enough?
Strong enough?
Just one beat of your heart
Strong enough?
Strong enough?
Just one beat of your heart
Strong enough?
Strong enough?
Just one beat of your heart
Strong enough?
Strong enough?
Just one beat of your heart
Strong enough?
Strong enough?
Just one beat of your heart

bryan ferry ~

Peter Kuper

Oaxaca Journal, V.1
By Peter Kuper Friday, November 10, 2006


The first question I'm usually asked these days is, "What made you decide to live in Oaxaca, Mexico?"
This brings to mind some dialogue from the movie Casablanca:

Captain Louis Renault (Claude Rains): "What in heaven's name brought you to Casablanca?"
Rick Blaine (Humphrey Bogart): "My health. I came to Casablanca for the waters."
Captain Renault: "The waters? What waters? We're in the desert!"
Rick: "I was misinformed."

My daughter, wife and I didn't move here last July for the waters, but for a year-long sabbatical. We picked Oaxaca, (pronounced wah-HA-ka) because it's a gorgeous colonial town we'd visited a few times and loved. It's close to home (five hours from New York City, about a half-hour flight southwest of Mexico City); it's a lot cheaper living than NYC; and the language is Spanish, which we all wanted to learn. What we didn't come for was an exploding political situation, but we got one anyway.

A quick history: For the last 26 years Oaxaca's teachers have gone on an annual strike for a pay raise so they can maintain a (barely) living wage and get supplies for their schools. Every May, the teachers set up an encampment in the town center Zocalo), and presented their demands for better wages and conditions. After a few weeks, or at most a month of their living in the town square, the governor would meet their demands and the teachers would agree to go back to work in August. This year, however, the new governor, Ulises Ruiz Ortiz, decided to take a different tack. On June 14th at 4:30 a.m. he sent in riot police and tear gas was dropped from helicopters in an attempt to forcibly expel the teachers.

This attack completely backfired. Not only were the strikers not evicted, they were bolstered by thousands of sympathizers from APPO (Popular Assembly of the People of Oaxaca), a coalition of unions, and both groups were supported by most of the Oaxaca citizenry. The strikers' demands also expanded and gained focus. They would not end the strike unless governor Ulises stepped down.

Since June, tensions (our own included) rose and fell with periodic police actions against the strikers. There were blockades set up by APPO throughout the city and on any given day the normal route we'd drive through town would be barricaded by buses and other debris designed to impede surprise attacks by police.

Barricades were also set up around a few TV and radio stations that had been taken over by the APPO and teachers to disseminate information otherwise censored by the government. When August rolled around, with none of the teacher's demands met, public schools across the state failed to open.

After more that five months of unrest, the xit hit the fan. On Friday, October 27th undercover police, called "Porros", (thugs working for the governor Ulises) attacked strikers manning a barricade on the outskirts of town, killing three teachers and an American journalist who was filming a documentary about the situation. With the death of an American, the story suddenly made international headlines. This pressured Mexico's president Vicente Fox into ordering federal troops into Oaxaca the next day.

The Policia Federal Preventiva (PFP), as the federal troops are called, attacked the strikers on Sunday night October 29th, took over the Zocalo and tore down blockades throughout the city. As of this writing the town center is no longer an encampment of teachers, but has been replaced by an encampment of military forces. The strikers have moved up the street in front of the landmark Templo Santo Domingo and continue to protest for the governor's departure. Ulises has refused to leave office, even as pressure mounts from all sides, including his own party.

So our move has been everything we'd hoped for - barricades, mayhem and lots and lots of riot police - all trumped by everything else this adventure has to offer.

We are spending more time together as a family and every day has brought a wealth of new language, culture, incredibly friendly people and artistic inspiration that I'm only just being able to digest after four months here. Not only do we plan to stay, we're contemplating extending our sabbatical another year.

Water or desert, Oaxaca remains a fantastic choice.

Here are some examples of my attempts to capture this experience on paper:

Top: Summertime and the bustling Etla market a few miles from town. The Mexico we dreamed about.
Middle: Oaxaca, a city of contrasts. Colonial architecture from the 1500s, indigenous people living life as they have for centuries, fresh graffiti on every wall telling the governor to leave, and dogs, barking perpetually.
Bottom: Like I said - Oaxaca, a city of contrasts. Federal police barricading the Zocalo.

Drawings ©2006 Peter Kuper

by nina (simone)

"He needs me
He doesn't know it, but he needs me
And so no matter where he goes
Though he doesn't care
He knows that I'm there

He needs me
I ought to leave him, but he needs me
I know that I ain't very bright
Just to tag along
Oh, but right or wrong
I'm his and I'm here
And I'm gonna be his friend or his lover

'Cause my one ambition is
To wake him and make him discover
That he needs me
I've got to follow where he leads me
Or else he'll never know that I need him
Just as he needs me"

a kiss is still a kiss

Captain Louis Renault (Claude Rains): "What in heaven's name brought you to Casablanca?"
Rick Blaine (Humphrey Bogart): "My health. I came to Casablanca for the waters."
Captain Renault: "The waters? What waters? We're in the desert!"
Rick: "I was misinformed."

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