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Sábado, Janeiro 14, 2006
Só acontece comigo...
os cômodos do meu apartamento, todos dão para uma das duas varandas, com aquelas janelas balcão de esquadrilha de alumínio e vidro temperado. Comum aqui no RJ. Pois bem.
Essa semana estou sozinha em casa, porque papai, mamãe e cachorrada estão em Jaconé. Legal, não é?
Pois estava eu, sozinha em casa, saio do banho e acho que está ventando muito. Resolvo fechar umas das janelas. A janela sai do trilho. Eu tento recolocar a janela quando, bate um vento, minha toalha cai e a janela desaba em cima da esquadrilha da varanda.
Vidro pra todo lado. Vidro até no jardim do prédio, lááá embaixo. No dia seguinte, ainda consegui machucar o pé com um caco de vidro.
Ah, sim, era a janela do quarto dos meus pais.
Família em Saquarema, adorou a surpresa.
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Sexta-feira, Janeiro 06, 2006
Ah. Feliz Ano Novo!
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eu sei que é lugar comum...
Once upon a time you dressed so fine, threw the bums a dime, in your prime, didn't you?
People called said "beware doll; you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all a-kiddin' you
You use to laugh about everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud, now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging your next meal
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
Oh you've gone through the finest school all right miss lonely
But you know you only use to get juiced in it
Nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street
And now you're gonna have to get used to it
You say you never compromise with a mystery tramp but now you realize
He¿s not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own
Without a direction home
A complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
Oh you've never turned around to see the frowns on the
Jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you
Never understand that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You use to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that he really wasn't where it's at?
After he took from you everything he could steal
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
Ham on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people they all
Drinkin'thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you better take a diamond ring
You better pawn it babe
You use to be so amused
And Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now he calls ya, ya can't refuse
When ya ain't got nothing, ya got nothing to lose
You're invisible now you've got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel?
Oh how does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
Bob Dylan
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Pussycat Dolls. Até meu namorado conhece essa merda. E conhece pelo nome.
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