Oh!Oh!Oh!

A merry little christmas indeed.

And have yourself A merry little Christmas now.

Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.

Through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow

Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.

Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on,
our troubles will be miles away.

From now on, our troubles will be out of sight

Let your heart be light.

(Des)enganos

" You may deceive all the people part of the time, and part of the people all the time, but not all the people all the time." - Abraham Lincoln

Foi assassinado num Teatro por um Actor.

Have yourself a merry little christmas.

Cantar no autocarro

É diferente de cantar no metro. As pessoas estão menos habituadas a disposições histriónicas em viaturas cor-de-laranja. E depois, há sempre o condutor, que se julga grande fadista e não admite concorrência.

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Fuckbuddy*, Adriana na cama, companhia de há tanto, hoje tornada mais vísivel.
Imortalizar, eternizar ou infinitizar, se fosse possível, um pensamento em html.
Escutar Beatriz na voz de Maria João, ao sabor de algo cujo nome já devia saber par coeur.
Para ti tenho um presente, para ti uma memória, para ti nem sei bem o quê.
Para mim, um desejo (senão vários).
Os olhinhos da Penélope, na carruagem que vai dali até aqui, aos quais fugi, para não saber o que realmente queriam.
Sleep will come to this tired body know ( not, he would say...).

* expressão apreendida em Vanilla sky, naquela cena do carro. O Tom tanta negar (confessa) à Cameron. Relembrada por alguém, a propósito de outra coisa qualquer.

Informação importante

Até ao fim do ano os Correios fecham às 19h.

Catarse ( Aka Katharsis)

in www.manchuriancandidate.com

Catarse Política, entenda-se.
Sem mais comentários de relevo ao momento Nacional, resta falar de uma(s) outra(s) catarse(s), aquela(s) que acontece(m) com o(s) desfecho(s) do "The manchurian candidate" ( Ou "O candidato da verdade", segundo Sara David Lopes). Parece que o original de 1962 não lhe fica atrás. Mas, até ver, é difícil ficar à frente. Não sou apreciador do género, contudo agarrou-me.
Mudando de assunto, mantendo a lógica Aristotélica (isto diz-se?), eis um momento de pathos:

" I let the beast in too soon, I don't know how to live
Without my hand on his throat; I fight him always and still
Oh darling, it's so sweet, you think you know how crazy
How crazy I am
You say you don't spook easy, you won't go, but I know
And I pray that you will
Fast as you can, baby runfree yourself of me
Fast as you can
I may be soft in your palm but I'll soon grow
Hungry for a fight, and I will not let you win
My pretty mouth will frame the phrases that will
Disprove your faith in man
So if you catch me trying to find my way into your
Heart from under your skin
Fast as you can, baby scratch me out, free yourself
Fast as you can
Fast as you can, baby scratch me out, free yourself
Fast as you can
Sometimes my mind don't shake and shift
But most of the time, it does
And I get to the place where I'm begging for a lift
Or I'll drown in the wonders and the was
And I'll be your girl, if you say it's a gift
And you give me some more of your drugs
Yeah, I'll be your pet, if you just tell me it's a gift
'Cause I'm tired of whys, choking on whys,
Just need a little because, because
I let the beast in and then;
I even tried forgiving him, but it's too soon
So I'll fight again, again, again, again, again.
And for a little while more, I'll soar the
Uneven wind, complain and blame
The sterile land
But if you're getting any bright ideas, quiet dear
I'm blooming within
Fast as you can, baby wait watch me, I'll be out
Fast as I can, maybe late but at least about
Fast as you can leave me, let this thing
Run its route
Fast as you can "

in " When the pawn", Fiona Apple.