Após ter sido violentamente atacado por uma conhecida blogger da praça, com expressões como “picuinhas”, “idade é tramada”, “deliras”, “demência associada à senilidade”, “a tua idade avançada”, “duvido que ainda te lembres”, “ainda consegues saltar?”, “confinado a uma cadeira de rodas. Ou… a um andarilho!”, “pessoas de idade, assim como tu” e “cota aposentado logo desocupado”, de entre muitas, decidi comprar Centrum.
Eis o resultado…
Há quarenta anos atrás o Homem pisava a Lua pela primeira vez.
Há cerca de quarenta anos que ando com o rabito virado para a Lua. :)
Com um ou outro tropeção, divirtam-se e sejam felizes.
The Waterboys – The Whole Of The Moon
I pictured a rainbow
You held in your hands
I had flashes
But you saw then plan
I wondered out in the world for years
While you just stayed in your room
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon!
The whole of the moon!
You were there at the turnstiles
With the wind at your heels
You stretched for the stars
And you know how it feels
To reach too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon!
I was grounded
While you filled the skies
I was dumbfounded by truths
You cut through lies
I saw the rain-dirty valley
You saw brigadoon
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon!
I spoke about wings
You just flew
I wondered, I guessed, and I tried
You just knew
I sighed
But you swooned
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon!
The whole of the moon!
With a torch in your pocket
And the wind at your heels
You climbed on the ladder
And you know how it feels
To reach too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon!
The whole of the moon!
Unicorns and cannonballs,
Palaces and piers,
Trumpets, towers, and tenemets,
Wide oceans full of tears,
Flag, rags, ferry boats,
Scimitars and scarves,
Every precious dream and vision
Underneath the stars
You climbed on the ladder
With the wind in your sails
You came like a comet
Blazing your trail
Too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon!
(Sítio Oficial - The Waterboys)
Neste post a Storyteller apelava aos leitores emparelhados que aumentassem a produção de bebés.
Aqui vai a minha singela colaboração.
Reamonn - Strong
I See The Fear In The Things We Don't Understand
I See The Fear In Another Blind Man
I Can't Hold Back This Fight That Stills Inside
I Can't Hold Back Who I Am
I Know You're Strong
I Know You Belong
I Know You Are Strong
My Beautiful One
I Know You're Strong
I Know You Belong
I Know You Are Strong
My Beautiful One
I Can't Turn Away From What I Believe
I Can't Destroy Or Deceive Oh No Oh No
I Know A Beauty In All That I Can See
I Can't Hold On But You Can't Release
I Know You're Strong
I Know You Belong
I Know You Are Strong
My Beautiful One
I Know You're Strong
I Know You Belong
I Know You Are Strong
My Beautiful One
'Cause They Can't Hold You
And They Can't Hold Me
And They Can't Hold On
To What They Can't Believe
And They Can't Hold You
And They Can't Hold Me
And They Won't Understand
Till A Blindman See
I Know You're Strong
My Beautiful One
I Know You're Strong
I Know You Belong
I Know You're Strong
My Beautiful One
I Know You're Strong
I Know You Belong
I Know You're Strong
My Beautiful One
Para me abstrair do mundo virtual decidi tirar uns diazitos de férias da Net, bem tento ser um «Belo dum Gajo Adormecido», mas não consigo. Desde então que anda uma Melga a azucrinar-me a cabeça com um “VOLTA! VOLTA! …. VOLTA! VOLTA!”. Apre!!!
Storyteller, tens 2 pipocas e idade para ter juízo, não há maneira de ficares sossegadinha?
Por acaso conhecem alguém mais impertinente que esta Melga?
