7 de janeiro de 2010


Foto: de algum lugar da Internet


            No
            Remoto
            Do controle
            Remoto
            Penso em tempo não
            Remoto


                                                               Que
                                                               Remete (a um)
                                                               Que
                                                               Mente (a outro)
                                                               Que
                                                               Sente (a tudo)


                                          O
                                          Presente
                                          O
                                          Ardente
                                          O
                                          Passado


                                                                                 Não
                                                                                 Parado
                                                                                 Não
                                                                                 Adaptado
                                                                                 Não
                                                                                 Renovado


                                                    E
                                                    No meio
                                                    E
                                                    No fim
                                                    E
                                                    No começo...



                                                    Apenas as ordens são alteradas
                                      Nos descontroles
                        De qualquer lugar que pare!




"A fábrica de sonhos acabou
Era um bom bom-bocado sem licor
Milagre rima com vinagre (sim senhô)
Guarda-sol se abre ao sol
Ma' nunca foi frô"
(Gonzaguinha)



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A dica musical da vez é Edu Luz... Acredito valer a pena conferir...

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