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sexta-feira, julho 08, 2005

E o absurdo da ganância e do poder pelo poder continua a distribuir os seus frutos de terror...

... de um e de outro lado da barricada. Quando será que o género humano terá vergonha do que destrói e mata?


Picadilly, Dezembro de 1999
Fotografia de Manel da Truta


I'm wandering round and round nowhere to go
I'm lonely in London London is lovely so
I cross the streets without fear
Everybody keeps the way clear
I know I know no one here to say hello
I know they keep the way clear
I am lonely in London without fear
I'm wandering round and round nowhere to go
Oh sunday, monday, autumn pass by me
And people hurry on so pacefully
A group approaches a policeman
He seems so pleased to please them
It's good at least to live and I agree
He seems so pleased at least
And It's so good to live in peace and
Sunday, monday, years and I agree
I choose no face to look at
Choose no way
I just happen to be there
And it's ok
Green grass blue eyes
Gray sky God Bless silent pain
And happiness
I came around to say yes
And I say
While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky
While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky


Caetano Veloso, London, London