Greta Chapada: I......m..e........d......i......a.t........o

sábado, 31 de outubro de 2009

I......m..e........d......i......a.t........o

Saudades de tudo que se perde no imediato - e que só pode se construir no esteio do tempo: vasto. O que não presta, o tempo leva; o que presta, leva tempo. Eis o mar. Eis João e seu mais novo amigo: Lord.

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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!"