ganhei o prato de porcelana da spoleto.

ouvindo Mirah - The Dogs of B.A.

fim de domingo perfeito: Paul e os Wings no canal 21!

distractions, like butterflies are buzzing 'round my head.
when i'm alone i think of you
and the things we'd do if we could only be through with these distractions.
i'll found the peaceful place far away from the noise of a busy day
where we can spend our nights counting shooting stars,
distractions, like butterflies are buzzing 'round my head.
when i'm alone i think of you

:~

update:
putamerda, acabou. e agora tá jane fonda falando de bulimia com larry king. ser infeliz é preciso.

ouvindo Sir Paul McCartney - Distractions

“(...) E, apesar disso, aquilo era apenas o princípio, pois, em dado momento, ela tordulava-se os hurgRálios*, consentindo que ele aproximasse suavemente os seus orfelunios. Logo que se entreplumavam, algo como um ulucórdio os encrestoriava, os extrajustava e paramovia, dando-se, de repente, o clínon, a esterfurosa convulcante das mátricas, a jadeolante embocapluvia do órgumio, os esprêmios do merpasmo numa sobremítica agopausa. Evohé! Evohé! (...)”

jogo da amarelinha, capítulo sessenta e oito, julio cortázar.

_{* lamentável.}

ouvindo Israel Kamakawiwo'ole - Somewhere Over the Rainbow / What a Wonderful World

da segunda versão do cd feliz, mas baixe agora, vá lá.

Miniature woodwinds whistle underwater
while electric eels make the ocean warm in summer
Olives that were left on the sand become bathing beach bunnies
being wooed by seashells singing elegant choruses

Little viola hidden in the orchestra, how I love to pretend the sounds you make are flowers that slowly encircle the band.
That curl around each note that's played. The audience charmed by the floating garden of music giddily pick musical floral bouquets.

and now its time for the play...

The actor in the center of the stage looks sadly at a teacup, reads a poem off the teacup and covers his face with a page of a poem on the teacup and sings, "What a terrible lie you told me. That you're heart was mine to buy. All those feelings you implied, it all was just terrible lies...oh what a terrible lie.."

Do you remember in the first verse when I told you about the seashells singing? Well if you wanna hear what it sounds like, you just have to listen in....

I will be a good boy and never tell you the bad things that I think about, the nasty little things I'll keep them to myself...
I will be a good boy and never tell you the bad things that I think about, the dirty little things I'll keep them to myself...
I will be a good boy and never tell you the bad things that I think about, the sinister things I'll keep them to myself...

Eh!

ouvindo as conchas cantando