Greta Chapada

sábado, 4 de abril de 2009

Minha alma canta...

De fato (e de longe), vivo um caso de amor com o Rio (que clichê!). Levo desta cidade (Esse Pê), uma figura brechtiana deslocada do texto.

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Patti Smith - Horses

"Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his sperm coffin, angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy, can't you show me nothing but surrender ?” Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket, taped to his chest there's the answer, you got pen knives and jack knives and switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred then he cries, then he screams, saying life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain and I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud, and go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi!"