quarta-feira, 29 de julho de 2009

manifesto da minh'alma

No desabrochar das pétalas brancas,
na leveza desta nova roupagem,
no seio do rebanho
ela dorme,
negra.

Independentemente de qualquer alvorada,
por detrás desta nova máscara,
à margem de toda a dança e riso,
ela permanecerá
negra.

By me.

quinta-feira, 16 de julho de 2009

quarta-feira, 8 de julho de 2009

o coronel



(photo by: me)


É o incrédulo da calculadora de que falei há tempos. Não deve ser coronel, mas apetece-me chamar-lhe assim. Tem um ar meio imponente e ameaçador, com a sua bota ortopédica e chapéu de palha. Uma espécie de Clint Eastwood aqui da rua.

quinta-feira, 2 de julho de 2009

the three great ones


(photo by: me)


Sonny: You gotta do what your heart tells you to do. Let me tell you somethin' right now. You're only allowed three great women in your lifetime. They come along like the great fighters, every ten years. Rocky Marciano. Sugar Ray Robinson. Joe Louis. Sometimes you get 'em all at once. Me? I had my three when I was 16. That happens. What are you gonna do? That's the way it goes, you know? Tell you right now. See this girl? Maybe this girl, she put wind in your sails. Maybe she's your first great one.

...


Sonny: Alright, listen to me. You pull up right where she lives, right? Before you get outta the car, you lock both doors. Then, get outta the car, you walk over to her. You bring her over to the car. Dig out the key, put it in the lock and open the door for her. Then you let her get in. Then you close the door. Then you walk around the back of the car and look through the rear window. If she doesn't reach over and lift up that button so that you can get in: dump her.
Calogero 'C' Anello: Just like that?
Sonny: Listen to me, kid. If she doesn't reach over and lift up that button so that you can get in, that means she's a selfish broad and all you're seeing is the tip of the iceberg. You dump her and you dump her fast.

Giro, mas ele não tem carro.