Será possível?

Ter um vizinho mais imbecil do que aquele que mora em frente a mim? Não, de todo.

se fosse...

... uma hora do dia qualquer desde que depois do pôr do do sol
... um astro estrela cadente
... uma direcção oeste
... móvel"sófá"
... um líquido água
... um pecado preguiça
... uma pedra esmeralda
... uma árvore oliveira
... uma fruta morango
... uma flor amor perfeito
... um clima moderado
... um instrumento violino
... um elemento água
... uma cor azul
... um animal aranha
... uma música, "un bel di vedremo" maria callas
... um livro "diário das minhas putas tristes"
... uma comida, pão com manteiga e batatas fritas de pacote
... um lugar, patagónia
... um sabor, agridoce
... um cheiro, canela
... uma só palavra, nunca seria nunca
... um verbo, conjugar
... um objecto lápis com borracha
... uma peça de roupa um vestido
... uma expressão facial um sorriso
... uma personagem de banda desenhada, “corto maltese”
... um filme, "breakfast at tiffany's"
... um número, trinta e dois
... uma estação outono

democracia...

não me consigo lembrar quem era candidato a eleito... (já lá vão mais do que 20 anos) da primeira vez que o governo português me permitiu exercer o direito de voto...

penso que, até hoje, não execi o meu direito de voto em 2 eleições...

sei que nunca votei em branco e penso nunca o fazer... pelo menos não... até ao dia em que esse voto se vá transformar num lugar vazio no parlamento...

pela primeira vez estou indecisa...

nunca antes votei PS e não é agora (aliás, muito menos agora) que o vou fazer...

sei que existe o conceito de voto útil... mas baseia-se em sondagens... e eu acredito tanto em sondagens como acredito que se pode definir a personalidade de um ser pelos seus gestos... físicos...

enfim, ainda tenho mais de 24 horas para decidir...

espero, muito sinceramente que o PS não tenha maioria absoluta (nem o PS nem qualquer outro partido político)... a democracia permite maiorias, mas eu entendo que estas são suas inimigas... fico ainda mais feliz se não for o partido mais votado...

a democracia acaba por ser a sua maior inimiga...

é que não diz mesmo nada...

e o cromo sai-se com a máxima... está muito bem elaborado...

não admira que tenhas excelente todos os anos...

good night... and good luck...

everybody's free… to wear sunscreen*

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfq_A8nXMsQ

*by mary schmich, chicago tribune

ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97... wear sunscreen if I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it the long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience I will dispense this advice now enjoy the power and beauty of your youth never mind. you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded but trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked you are not as fat as you imagine don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum the real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle tuesday do one thing every day that scares you sing don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours floss don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind the race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements stretch don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life the most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't get plenty of calcium be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's enjoy your body, use it every way you can don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own dance even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room read the directions, even if you don't follow them do not read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young live in new york city once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in northern california once, but leave before it makes you soft travel accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders respect your elders don't expect anyone else to support you maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85 be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth but trust me on the sunscreen

not to be....

escrevi num outro dia sobre o que seria a minha vida se nascida no início de um outro, ou mesmo no início de um novo, século... seria a vida mais fácil nesses outros tempos? talvez...

"o meu mundo...

... não é deste reino"*

até o meu pai já o sabia antes de 1991!


* João de Melo

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