I want you
segunda-feira, 24 de novembro de 2008
Oh my baby baby I love you more than I can tell
I dont think I can live without you
And I know that I never will
Oh my baby baby I want you so it scares me to death
I cant say anymore than I love you
Everything else is a waste of breath
I want you
Youve had your fun you dont get well no more
I want you
Your fingernails go dragging down the wall
Be careful darling you might fall
I want you
I woke up and one of us was crying
I want you
You said young man I do believe youre dying
I want you
If you need a second opinion as you seem to do these days
You can look in my eyes and you can count the ways
I want you
Did you mean to tell me but seem to forget
I want you
Since when were you so generous and inarticulate
I want you
Its the stupid details that my heart is breaking for
Its the way your shoulders shake and what theyre shaking for
Its knowing that he knows you now after only guessing
I want you
Its the thought of him undressing you or you undressing
I want you
He tossed some tatty compliment your way
I want you
And you were fool enough to love it when he said
I want you
I want you
The truth cant hurt you its just like the dark
It scares you witless
But in time you see things clear and stark
I want you
Go on and hurt me then well let it drop
I want you
Im afraid I wont know where to stop
I want you
Im not ashamed to say I cried for you
I want you
I want to know the things you did that we do too
I want you
I want to hear he pleases you more than I do
I want you
I might as well be useless for all it means to you
I want you
Did you call his name out as he held you down
I want you
Oh no my darling not with that clown
I want you
Youve had your fun you dont get well no more
I want you
No-one who wants you could want you more
I want you
Every night when I go off to bed and when I wake up
I want you
I want you
Im going to say it once again til I instill it
I know Im going to feel this way until you kill it
I want you
I want you
Brilhantina...
A minha profissao leva-me muitas vezes a lugares inesperados. Desta vez viajei ate El Salvador, onde escrevo estas linhas. Pais pequeno, mal saido de uma guerra civil sangrenta, imortalizada num filme epico de Oliver Stone. Esse mesmo. San Salvador, a capital, e uma cidade americanizada, com muitas lojas de fast food e uns arredores pavorosos. O povo e simpatico, muito mesmo. Sobre Portugal pouco ou nada sabem, apesar dos gigantescos cartazes de Cristiano Ronaldo e da loja da Vista Alegre na arteria mais concorrida. Com tempo hei-de escrever aqui algumas coisas mais. Mas hoje deixo-vos com o um anuncio que esta por todo o lado e que me arrancou gargalhadas. O produto e um gel para o cabelo, ou para os mais conservadores, simplesmente brilhantina. Ha uma versao inglesa: Gorilla Snot. Quer fazer umas ondinhas no cabelo, alisar uns caracois, cosntruir uma popa? Pois tome la: use moco (ranho) de Gorila e vai ver que e bem servido...
Os meus filmes
terça-feira, 9 de setembro de 2008
Hoje deu-me para isto. Para recordar cenas de filmes que marcaram a minha infância. Cenas que continuam a comover-me, a fazer-me rir, sonhar. Obrigado, You Tube.
Amanhã há mais. Talvez.