31.12.07

 

Trilha do Dia
Soundtrack of the Day
Mack the Knife
Ella Fitzgerald




{Spoken} thank you. we'd like to do something for you now.
We haven't heard a girl sing it. and since it's so popular,
We'd like to try and do it for you.
We hope we remember all the words.{}

Oh, the shark has pearly teeth, dear
And he shows them, pearly white
Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear
And he keeps it out of sight

Oh, the shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves though, wears Macheath dear
So there's not, not a trace of red

On a sunday, sunday morning
Lies a body, oozin' life
Someone's sneaking 'round the corner
Tell me could it be, could it be, could it be
Mack the knife?

Oh, what's the next chorus?
To this song, now
This is the one, now
I don't know
But it was a swinging tune
And its a hit tune
So we tried to do Mack the knife

Ah, Louis Miller
Oh, something about cash
Yeah, Miller, he was spending that trash
And Macheath dear, he spends like a sailor
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Could that boy do, something rash

Oh Bobby Darin, and Louis Armstrong
They made a record, oh but they did
And now Ella, Ella, and her fellas
We're making a wreck, what a wreck
Of Mack the knife

{Louis Armstrong imitation}
Oh snookie taudry, bah bah bah nop do bo de do
Bah bah bah nop do bo de do
Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear
And do bo bo bah bah bah nop do bo de do {}

So, you've heard it
Yes, we've swung it
And we tried to
Yes, we sung it

You won't recognize it
It's a surprise hit
This tune, called Mack the knife

And so we leave you, in Berlin town
Yes, we've swung old Mack
We've swung old Mack in town
For the Darin fans,
And for the Louis Armstrong fans, too
We told you look out, look out, look out
Old Macheath's back in town

 

Domingo de Manhã em Arcueil
Sunday Morning in Arcueil
Robert Doisneau
1945



 

Tim Maia
Jô Soares

1/3




Em português, sem legendas.
***
In Portuguese, no subtitles.

 

Intervalo Comercial
Commercial Break




Insultando o cliente.
Em inglês, com legendas.
***
Insulting the customer.
In English, with subtitles.

 

Tempo Perdido
Ana Carolina Doveri et al




Curta brasileiro.
***
Brazilian short.

 

História do Blues
Blues History
Lowell Fulson



 

Poemas 203
Poems 203


O Fim do Mundo

João Cabral de Melo Neto

No fim de um mundo melancólico
os homens lêem jornais.
Homens indiferentes a comer laranjas
que ardem como o sol.

Me deram uma maçã para lembrar
a morte. Sei que cidades telegrafam
pedinco querosene. O véu que olhei voar
caiu no deserto.

O poema final ninguém escreverá
desse mundo particular de doze horas.
Em vez de juízo final a mim me preocupa
o sonho final.

30.12.07

 

Trilha do Dia
Soundtrack of the Day
Two Sleepy People
Fats Waller




Here we are, out of cigarettes,
Holding hands and yawning; look how late it gets,
Two sleepy people, by dawn's early light,
Too much in love to say good-night.

Say, here we are, in this cozy chair,
Picking on a wishbone from the Frigidaire,
Two sleepy people, with nothing to say,
Much too much in love to break away.

Do you the remember the nights we used to linger in the hall?
Papa didn't like you at all,
But I was crazy 'bout you, baby!
Do you remember the reason why we married in the Fall?
To rent this little nest, and get a bit of rest!

Well, here we are, just about the same,
Gawky little fellow, dizzy little dame,
Two sleepy people, by dawn's early light,
Much too much in love to say good-night.

Good-night!

 

O Antigo dos Dias
The Ancient of Days
William Blake
1794



 

Apocalypse Now
Cena de Abertura
Opening Scene
Francis Ford Copolla



 

Intervalo Comercial
Commercial Break




Comercial de banana de 1940.
***
Banana commercial of 1940.

 

Puppet
Patrick Smith




Curta de animação.
***
Animation short.

 

História do Blues
Blues History
As The Years Go Passing By
Albert King




Entrevista em inglês, sem legendas.
Viena, 1980
***
Interview in English, no subtitles.
Viena, 1980.

 

Poemas 202
Poems 202


El Conquistador

Jorge Luis Borges

Cabrera y Carbajal fueron mis nombres.
He apurado la copa hasta las heces.
He muerto y he vivido muchas veces.
Yo soy el Arquetipo. Ellos, los hombres.
De la cruz y de España fui el errante
Soldado. Por las nunca holladas tierras
De un continente infiel encendi guerras.
En el duro Brasil fui el Bandeirante.
Ni Cristo ni mi Rey ni el oro rojo
Fueron el acicate del arrojo
Que puso miedo en la pagana gente.
De mis trabajos fue razón la hermosa
Espada y la ontienda procelosa.
No importa lo demás. Yo fui valente.

29.12.07

 

Trilha do Dia
Soundtrack of the Day
Blackbird
The Beatles




Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

 

Romare Bearden
Roy DeCarava
1951



 

I'm so Lonesome I Could Cry
Bob Dylan and Johnny Cash




 

Calculadora Mecânica
Mechanical Calculator




Em inglês, sem legendas.
***
In English, no subtitles.

 

The Open Door
A Porta Aberta
Pedro Farkas




Curta de 1989 baseado em uma história de Saki.
Em português, sem legendas.
***
1989 short based on a short story by Saki.
In Portuguese, no subtitles.

 

História do Blues
Blues History
Clarence Gatemouth Brown



 

Poemas 201
Poems 201


Light breaks where no sun shines
Dylan Thomas

Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides;
And, broken ghosts with glow-worms in their heads,
The things of light
File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.
A candle in the thighs
Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age;
Where no seed stirs,
The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars,
Bright as a fig;
Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.
Dawn breaks behind the eyes;
From poles of skull and toe the windy blood
Slides like a sea;
Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky
Spout to the rod
Divining in a smile the oil of tears.
Night in the sockets rounds,
Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes;
Day lights the bone;
Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin
The winter's robes;
The film of spring is hanging from the lids.
Light breaks on secret lots,
On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;
When logics dies,
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.

28.12.07

 

Trilha do Dia
Soundtrack of the Day
Eve of Destruction
Barry McGuire




The eastern world, it is exploding
Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’
You’re old enough to kill, but not for votin’
You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin’

But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Don’t you understand what I’m tryin’ to say
Can’t you feel the fears I’m feelin’ today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away
There’ll be no one to save, with the world in a grave
[Take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy]

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Yeah, my blood’s so mad feels like coagulatin’
I’m sitting here just contemplatin’
I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation.
Handful of senators don’t pass legislation
And marches alone can’t bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin’
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
You may leave here for 4 days in space
But when you return, it’s the same old place
The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace
Hate your next-door neighbor, but don’t forget to say grace
And… tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don’t believe
We’re on the eve
Of destruction
Mm, no no, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

 

A Ponte Natural, Virgínia
The Natural Bridge, Virginia
Frederic Edwin Church
1852



 

Natal do Yeti
Yeti's Christmas




Animação.
Com legendas em inglês.
***
Animation.
With English subtitles.

 

Soft Winds
Oscar Peterson




Ao vivo com Joe Pass.
Anos sessenta.
***
Live with Joe Pass.
1960s.

 

Evolução
Evolution
Randal Bergamasco




Com legendas em português.
***
With Portuguese subtitles.

 

História do Blues
Blues History
Guitar Boogie
Memphis Slim & Matt Murphy



 

Poemas 200
Poems 200


Poema

João Cabral de Melo Neto

Meus olhos têm telescópios
espiando a rua,
espiando minha alma
longe de mim mil metros.

Mulheres vão e vêm nadando
em rios invisíveis.
Automóveis como peixes cegos
compôem minhas visões mecânicas.

Há vinte anos não digo a palavra
que sempre espero de mim.
Ficarei indefinidamente contemplando
meu retrato eu morto.

26.12.07

 

Trilha do Dia
Soundtrack of the Day
Cry Me a River
Caetano Veloso




Now you say you're lonely
You cry the long night through
Well, you can cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you
Now you say you're sorry
For being so untrue
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you
You drove me, nearly drove me, out of my head
While you never shed a tear
Remember, I remember all that you said
Told me love was too plebeian
Told me you were through with me and
Now you say you love me
Well, just to prove you do
Come on and cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you

 

Dia dos Mortos
Day of the Dead
Sebastião Salgado
1982



 

Clara Nunes e Sivuca



 

Oscar Peterson
1925-2007




Oscar Peterson Trio ao vivo em Newport.
***
Oscar Peterson Trio live in Newport.

 

Intervalo Comercial
Commercial Break



 

História do Blues
Blues History
Nobody Knows You When
You're Down and Out
Josh White



 

Poemas 199
Poems 199


Ein Traum

Jorge Luis Borges

Lo sabían los tres.
Ella era la compañerade Kafka.
Kafka la había soñado.
Lo sabían los tres.
Él era el amigo de Kafka.
Kafka lo había soñado.
Lo sabían los tres.
La mujer le dijo al amigo:
Quiero que esta noche me quieras.
Lo sabían los tres.
El hombre le contstó: Si pecamos,
Kafka dejará de soñarnos.
Uno lo supo.
No había nadie más en la tierra.
Kafka se dijo:
Ahora que se fueron los dos, he quedado solo.
Dejaré de soñarme.

24.12.07

 

Trilha do Dia
Soundtrack of the Day
So This Is Christmas
John Lennon




So this is Christmas
And what have you done?
Another year over
And a new one just begun

And so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young.

A very Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear

And so this is Christmas
For weak and for strong
For rich and the poor ones
The road is so long

And so Happy Christmas
For black and for white
For yellow and red ones
Let's stop all the fight.

A very Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear

So this is Christmas
And what have we done?
Another year over
And a new one just begun

And so Happy Christmas
We hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young.

A very Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear

War is over!
If you want it
War is over, Now!

 

Intervalo Comercial
Commercial Break




Em inglês, sem legendas.
***
In English, no subtitles.

 

Prisioneiros do Fronte
Prisoners from the Front
Winslow Homer
1866



 

Curta-metragem
Courtmetrage
Pierrick Servais




Em francês, sem legendas.
***
In French, no subtitles.

 

Coreografia da Espada da Gail
Gail's Sword Choreography




Minha amiga de Austin, Texas, e sua belísima coreografia.
***
My friend from Austin, Texas, and her beautiful choreography.

 

História do Blues
Blues History
Old Girl At My Door
Robert Pete Williams




Em inglês, sem legendas.
***
In English, no subtitles.

 

Poemas 198
Poems 198


Chateau If
Peter Gizzi


If love if then if now if the flowers of if the conditional

if of arrows the condition of if
if to say light to inhabit light if to speak if to live, so
if to say it is you if love is if your form is if your waist that
pictures the fluted stem if lavender
if in this field
if I were to say hummingbird it might behave as an
adjective here
if not if the heart’s a flutter if nerves map a city if a city
on fire
if I say myself am I saying myself (if in this instant) as if
the object of your gaze if in a sentence about love you might
write if one day if you would, so
if to say myself if in this instance if to speak as
another—
if only to render if in time and accept if to live now as if
disembodied from the actual handwritten letters m-y-s-e-l-f
if a creature if what you say if only to embroider—
a city that overtakes the city I write.

23.12.07

 

Trilha do Dia
Soundtrack of the Day
Get Me to The Church on Time
Stanley Holloway
(Alfred Doolittle)




Do filme 'My Fair Lady'.
Com legendas em português.
***
From the film 'My Fair Lady'.
With Portuguese subtitles.

Jamie, Harry, Friends:
There's just a few more hours.
That's all the time you've got.
A few more hours
Before they tie the knot.
Doolittle:
There are drinks and girls all over London, and
I've gotta track 'em down in just a few more hours!
I'm getting married in the morning!
Ding dong! The bells are gonna chime.
Pull out the stopper! Let's have a whopper!
But get me to the church on time!
I gotta be there in the mornin'
Spruced up and lookin' in me prime.
Girls, come and kiss me; Show how you'll miss me.
But get me to the church on time!
If I am dancin' Roll up the floor.
If I am whistlin' Whewt me out the door!
For I'm gettin' married in the mornin'
Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime.
Kick up an rumpus But don't lost the compass;
And get me to the church, Get me to the church,
For Gawd's sake, get me to the church on time!
Doolittle and Everyone:
I'm getting married in the morning
Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime.
Doolittle Drug me or jail me,
Stamp me and mail me.
All:
But get me to the church on time!
I gotta be there in the morning
Spruced up and lookin' in me prime.
Doolittle:
Some bloke who's able
Lift up the table,
All:
And get em to the church on time!
Doolittle:
If I am flying
Then shoot me down.
If I am wooin', Get her out of town!
All:
For I'm getting married in the morning!
Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime.
Doolittle:
Feather and tar me;
Call out the Army;
But get me to the church.
All:
Get me to the church...
Doolittle:
For Gawd's sake, get me to the church on time!
Harry and Everyone:
Starlight is reelin' home to bed now.
Mornin' is smearin' up the sky.
London is wakin'.
Daylight is breakin'.
Good luck, old chum,
Good health, goodbye.
Doolittle:
I'm gettin' married in the mornin'
Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime...
Hail and salute me
Then haul off and boot me...
And get me to the church,
Get me to the church...
For Gawd's sake, get me to the church on time!

 

Casamento
Wedding


Josy e eu nos casamos ontem em uma cerimônia simples, sem comemorações, apenas abençoados por Deus em uma oração linda que minha mãe fez conosco.
Estamos hoje domingueiramente felizes.
Deus abençoe a todos que nos desejam felicidades
***
Josy and I got married yesterday in a simple cerimony, without celebrations, just blessed by God in a beautiful prayer my mother made with us.
We are Sunday happy today.
May God bless all who wish us happiness.

 

Janela na Rua Osborne
Window in Osborne Street
Bill Brandt
1935



 

A Mente Vazia
The Empty Mind




Kyudo.
A arte japonesa do arco e flecha.
***
Kiudo.
The Japanese art of archery.

 

Gols Engraçados
Funny Goals



 

História do Blues
Blues History
Fine Little Mama / Hand in Hand
Elmore James



 

Poemas 197
Poems 197


Da Alegria nas Atribulações

Mario Quintana

"Olha! o melhor é sorrires"
Mas já se viu que lembrança!
Dá-me primeiro a bonança,
Que eu te darei o arco-íris...

21.12.07

 

Trilha do Dia
Soundtrack of the Day
The Ballad of Ira Hayes
Johnny Cash




Ira Hayes,
Ira Hayes

[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Gather round me people there's a story I wish to tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
A proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land

Down the ditches for a thousand years
The water grew Ira's peoples' crops
'Till the white man stole the water rights
And the sparklin' water stopped

Now Ira's folks were hungry
And their land grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed

[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

There they battled up Iwo Jima hill,
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again

And when the fight was over
And Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes

[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Ira Hayes returned a hero
Celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored;
Everybody shook his hand

But he was just a Pima Indian
No water, no home, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira'd done
And when did the Indians dance

[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Then Ira started drinkin' hard;
Jail was often his home
They'd let him raise the flag and lower it
like you threw a dog a bone!

He died drunk early one mornin'
Alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes

[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lyin' thirsty
In the ditch where Ira died

 

A Dança da Música do Tempo
The Dance to the Music of Time
Nicolas Poussin
1640



 

A Mente Zen
The Zen Mind




Em inglês, sem legendas.
***
In English, no subtitles.


 

Funny Guy Scene
Martin Scorcese




Em inglês, sem legendas.
***
In English, no subtitles.

 

Arco e Flecha Coreano
Korean Archery




Em coreano, sem legendas.
***
In Korean, no subtitles.

 

História do Blues
Blues History
Sweet Home Chicago
Robert Lockwood, Jr.



 

Poemas 196
Poems 196


Da Morte

Mario Quintana

Um dia... Pronto!... Me acabo.
Pois seja o que tem de ser.
Morrer que me importa?... O diabo
É deixar de viver!

20.12.07

 

Trilha do Dia
Soundtrack of the Day
Jamaica Farewell
Harry Belafonte




Down the way where the nights are gay
And the sun shines daily on the mountain top
I took a trip on a sailing ship
And when I reached Jamaica I made a stop

But I'm sad to say I'm on my way
Won't be back for many a day
My heart is down, my head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town

Sounds of laughter everywhere
And the dancing girls sway to and fro
I must declare my heart is there
Though I've been from Maine to Mexico

But I'm sad to say I'm on my way
Won't be back for many a day
My heart is down, my head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town

Down the market you can hear
Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear
`Akey' rice, salt fish are nice
And the rum is fine any time of year

But I'm sad to say I'm on my way
Won't be back for many a day
My heart is down, my head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town


Down the way where the nights are gay
And the sun shines daily on the mountain top
I took a trip on a sailing ship
And when I reached Jamaica I made a stop

(Twice)
But I'm sad to say I'm on my way
Won't be back for many a day
My heart is down, my head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town

 

Guarda Highlander
Highlander Guard
Hill & Adamson
1845



 

Alice no País das Maravilhas
Alice In Wonderland
Walt Disney




Trailer original de 1951.
Em inglês, sem legendas.
***
Original 1951 preview.
In English, no subtitles.

 

Flash Gordon Conquers the Universe




Em inglês, sem legendas.
***
In English, no subtitles.

 

Foreign Correspondent
Alfred Hitchcock




Trailer de 1940.
Em inglês, sem legendas.
***
1940 preview.
In English, no subtitles.

 

História do Blues
Blues History
Your Funeral and My Trial
Sonny Boy Williamson



 

Poemas 195
Poems 195


El Enamorado

Jorge Luis Borges

Lunas, marfiles, instrumentos, rosas,
Lâmparaas y la línea de Durero,
Las nueve cifras y el cambiante cero,
Debo fingir que existem esas cosas.
Debo fingir que en el pasado furon
Persépolis y Roma y que una arena
Sutil medió la suerte de la almena
Que los siglos de hierro deschiciron.
Debo fingir las armas y la pira
de la epopeya y los pesados mares
Que roen de la tierra los pilares.
Debo fingir que hay otros. Es mentira.
Sólo tu eres. Tu, mi desventura
Y mi ventura, inagotable y pura.

18.12.07

 

Trilha do Dia
Soundtrack of the Day
Vincent
Don McLean




Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps, they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps, they'll listen now
For they could not love you
And still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged man in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
Then how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps, they never will...

 

Flashes Cotidianos
Sergio Pinheiro Lopes


O Bife


Personagens
Ferrari
Raul
David

Dedé
Frequentadores


Cena 1 – Clube/fim da manhã

Terraço de clube com vista para pista de atletismo ao redor de campo de futebol. Raul tira a camiseta, senta em uma cadeira e começa a tirar os tênis. Ferrari chega, carregando uma maleta de ginástica e a coloca em cima de uma mesa. Olha para a pista.

Ferrari: E aí, Major? Tá quieto hoje aqui.

Raul: Salve a Maravilha de Maranello.

Ferrari: Pô, rapaz, isso aqui tá vazio.

Raul: Só tem aquele velho que está correndo como um louco. (acabando de tirar o tênis com a ponta dos pés. Suspira e se dobra para tirar as meias fazendo uma careta)

Ferrari: Que velho? O único velho que tá correndo é aquele ali super devagar, imbecil... (Abre a maleta e começa a mexer dentro)

Raul: Não falei que ele estava correndo rápido. Falei que estava correndo como um louco. Olha a cabeça do cara. Ele fica com ela de lado e com aqueles bracinhos encolhidos parecendo um canguru.

Ferrari ri.

Ferrari: Já correu?

Raul: Me arrastei por uns 15 minutos pela pista. Estou com uma puta ressaca.

Ferrari: Guinnegan’s de novo?

Raul: Você não acredita. Se eu tivesse mais quinze segundos de energia, usava para me matar.

Ferrari: Que horas você saiu de lá?

Raul: Três, quatro, mais ou menos. Por que você não apareceu?

Ferrari: Tava sem saco pra sair de casa.

Raul: Você precisava ver o David. O cara estava enlouquecido ontem. Quando cheguei, ele já devia estar lá há horas.

Ferrari: Ele provavelmente mora lá. Eu só vejo o cara lá. Acho que ninguém nunca viu o David de dia, fora da porra do bar.

Cena 2 - Ginnegan’s. Um bar, tipo pub, balcão quadrado com banquetas ao redor e barman no centro. Algumas mesinhas. Não muito cheio. David vêm do fundo em direção a Raul. Efusivamente.

David: Se não é o Grande Raul. O famoso Luar ao contrário.

Raul: E aí David? (ele pronuncia deivid, como se fosse em inglês)

David: Você viu o que aquele gênio do Mainardi falou do Furtado?

Raul: Que Furtado?

David: Aquele cara que fez O Homem que Copiava. O Mainardi disse que ele é o Amaral Neto dos petistas.

Raul: O Mainardi é engraçado. Mete a ronca em todo mundo. Pelo menos dá pra ler, diferente do resto da revista. Não consigo ler aquela porcaria. Fora que o cara é rico e bonitão.

David: (Para o barman) Dedé, serve dois uísques aqui pra gente. Bonitão é, boneca? Pra mim o Mainardi é sexy como um sapo mijando. Já a relação do resto da revista com a verdade é a mesma que um cocker spaniel tem com um dia de chuva. De vez em quando você vê um cocker spaniel na chuva, mas não é uma coisa que você cruza a toda hora. Não dá pra contar com isso.

Raul: É uma espécie de puteiro intelectual. Isso a imprensa em geral.

David: Jornalismo é um vício pior que heroína. Um meio cheio de bêbados, tipinhos venais e escritores frustrados. Uma gente esquisita. Qualquer peixe que se dá ao respeito se recusa a ser embrulhado em qualquer jornal publicado no Brasil.

Raul ri e pega seu uísque do balcão e dá um gole. David já está com seu na mão e bebe também.

Raul: Jornalismo é a manha de transformar em dinheiro tudo o que você não gosta e todos seus inimigos.

David: Vamos pegar aquela mesa ali (e aponta para uma mesa perto da porta).

Eles se dirigem para a mesa dando uma olhada ao redor.

Raul: Alguma coisa que preste?

David: Têm umas secretárias lá em cima comemorando aniversário. Você vê quando for mijar. Aliás, outro dia eu estava mijando e um cara falou de dentro do box: ‘Ah, mijar é a melhor coisa do mundo’. Falei pra ele que das duas uma: ou eu não sabia mijar ou ele não sabia trepar.

Entra um casal e os dois olham a bunda da moça discretamente.

Raul(rindo): Pior são aqueles caras que ligam pra patroa do banheiro dizendo que ainda estão trabalhando.

David: Cara, tá todo mundo ficando louco. Só cruzo com pirado o dia inteiro.

Raul: É que você bebe o dia inteiro, David. É você que tá bêbado. As pessoas são normais.

David: Que bêbado? Eu bebo pra agüentar esse mundo, Raul. Eu bebo pra ficar ruim mesmo. Se eu quisesse ficar bom, eu tomava remédio. E tem mais, ninguém é normal. Você, por exemplo, é um puta anormal.

Raul: Pacto de sangue entre anormais. Dava uma boa manchete.

Passagem de tempo. Fade out e fade in. Horas depois. Mesa desarrumada, os dois mais desarrumados. Cinzeiro cheio, bolachas de cerveja, maço de cigarros vazio. O bar bem mais cheio de gente, aquele zun-zun de conversa e ar enfumaçado.

David: Você conhece a vingança do bife?

Raul (sorrindo): Que vingança do bife?

David: Uma vez um filho da puta de um cara que eu conhecia, um tal de Marcelo, deu uns tecos numa namorada minha pelas minhas costas e muito tempo depois eu fiquei sabendo. Falei, mas que filho da puta! Vou aprontar a do bife pra cima dele. Fui no açougue e comprei um puta dum bifão de coxão duro, desse tamanho...

Fade out com o som da conversa diminuindo no background e o burburinho aumentando.

Cena 3 -Fade in (de volta ao bar com Ferrari acompanhando interessado David contando a história do bife)

David (fazendo o tamanho do bife com as mãos): ...um bife deste tamanho de coxão duro.

Ferrari: Catsu que você fez com o bife?

David: Você não vai acreditar. Coloquei o bife embrulhado no bolso do paletó e fui visitar o desgraçado.
Conversa vai, conversa vem, aproveitei uma distração do sujeito, fui até o carro dele, na garagem, e prendi o bife entre as molas do banco dianteiro.
Fica uma coisa impossível de achar. Bom, bastava fazer um calorzinho, ou trancar o carro que o fedor ficava insuportável. O cara lavou o carro de tudo quanto é jeito, mandou até tirar os bancos para lavar completo, mas não adiantou nada. Bastava fazer sol que, pimba, lá vinha o fedor impossível. Pra resumir, o cara acabou tendo que vender o carro, e de janelas abertas.

Riem os três da vingança do bife.

 

Auto-Retrato como um Artista
Self-Portrait as an Artist
Vincent van Gogh
1884



 

Nanotecnologia
Nanotechnology




Em inglês, sem legendas.
***
In English, no subtitles.

 

Sumo




Em inglês, sem legendas.
***
In English, no subtitles.


 

Zen Animado
Animated Zen
Vários Autores
Various Authors




Curtas de animação.
Em inglês, sem legendas.
***
Animation shorts.
In English, no subtitles.

 

História do Blues
Blues History
Brief Applause
Guitar Slim




Apresentação em inglês, sem legendas.
***
Presentation in English, no subtitles.

 

Poemas 194
Poems 194


Toward the Winter Solstice
Timothy Steele

Although the roof is just a story high,
It dizzies me a little to look down.
I lariat-twirl the cord of Christmas lights
And cast it to the weeping birch’s crown;
A dowel into which I’ve screwed a hook
Enables me to reach, lift, drape, and twine
The cord among the boughs so that the bulbs
Will accent the tree’s elegant design.

Friends, passing home from work or shopping, pause
And call up commendations or critiques.
I make adjustments. Though a potpourri
Of Muslims, Christians, Buddhists, Jews, and Sikhs,
We all are conscious of the time of year;
We all enjoy its colorful displays
And keep some festival that mitigates
The dwindling warmth and compass of the days.

Some say that L.A. doesn’t suit the Yule,
But UPS vans now like magi make
Their present-laden rounds, while fallen leaves
Are gaily resurrected in their wake;
The desert lifts a full moon from the east
And issues a dry Santa Ana breeze,
And valets at chic restaurants will soon
Be tending flocks of cars and SUVs.

And as the neighborhoods sink into dusk
The fan palms scattered all across town stand
More calmly prominent, and this place seems
A vast oasis in the Holy Land.
This house might be a caravansary,
The tree a kind of cordial fountainhead
Of welcome, looped and decked with necklaces
And ceintures of green, yellow, blue, and red.

Some wonder if the star of Bethlehem
Occurred when Jupiter and Saturn crossed;
It’s comforting to look up from this roof
And feel that, while all changes, nothing’s lost,
To recollect that in antiquity
The winter solstice fell in Capricorn
And that, in the Orion Nebula,
From swirling gas, new stars are being born.

17.12.07

 

Trilha do Dia
Soundtrack of the Day
People Are Strange
The Doors




People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

 

Uma Estranha Situação
A Strange Situation
Clarence John Laughlin
1938



 

Valdete
Neilda Faníano &
Álvaro Maciel Jr.




Em português, sem legendas.
***
In Portuguese, no subtitles.

 

Terminais
Terminals
Juliano Prado &
Marcos Luporini


]


Curta metragem.
***
Short film

 

Não É Brincadeira
It's No Joke
Família Brasil




Curta de animação.
Em português, sem legendas.
***
Animation short.
In Portuguese, no subtitles.

 

História do Blues
Blues History
Down by the Riverside
Sister Rosetta Tharpe




 

Poemas 193
Poems 193


Da Preocupação de Escrever

Mario Quintana

Escrever... Mas por quê? Por vaidade, está visto...
Pura vaidade, escrever!
Pegar da pena... Olhai que graça terá isto,
Se já se sabe tudo o que se vai dizer!...

16.12.07

 

Trilha do Dia
Soundtrack of the Day
Fever
Peggy Lee





Never know how much I love you.
Never know how much I care.
When you put your arms around me,
I get a fever that's so hard to bear.

You give me fever when you kiss me.
Fever when you hold me tight.
Fever in the morning.
Fever all through the night.

Sun lights up the daytime,
And moon lights up the night.
I light up when you call my name,
And you know I'm gonna treat you right.

You give me fever when you kiss me.
Fever when you hold me tight.
Fever in the morning,
And fever all through the night.

Everybody's got the fever.
That is something you all know.
Fever isn't such a new thing.
Fever started long ago.

Romeo loved Juliet.
Juliet, she felt the same.
When he put his arms around her,
He said, "Julie, baby, you're my flame.

Thou giveth fever when we kisseth.
Fever with thy flaming youth.
Fever, I'm afire.
Fever, yeah, I burn, forsooth."

Cap'n Smith and Pocahontas
Had a very mad affair.
When her daddy tried to kill him,
She said, "Daddy, oh, don't you dare.

He gives me fever with his kisses.
Fever when he holds me tight.
Fever, I'm his missus,
So Daddy, won't you treat him right."

Now you've listened to my story,
Here's the point that I have made:
Chicks were born to give you fever,
Be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade.

They give you fever when you kiss them.
Fever if you live and learn.
Fever 'til you sizzle.
What a lovely way to burn.
What a lovely way to burn.
What a lovely way to burn.
What a lovely way to burn.

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