Gente. Vocês realmente não estão muito bem.
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Muita gente sofrendo por aí e com uns pensamentos bem tendendo ao médio. Recomendo tratamento.
Beijo.
Na sexta, como de costume, minha brilhante e agressiva coluna no Maketing na Cozinha saiu. Tudo muito bem, tudo normal, algumas moças enfurecidas, aquela discussão linda rolando.
Fui ver a vida lá fora. E uma moça que faz cupcakes foi mais esperta que todo mundo que ficou reclamando e reverteu a coisa a seu favor.
Aqui, ó. Parabéns Luana.
Hoje eu assinei a venda do último resquício físico que eu tinha do meu pai.
Passei o dia ouvindo jazz. Não tive coragem de ouvir Billie. Billie Holiday seria acrescer calúnia à injúria e espremer meu coração de tal forma, que eu honestamente precisaria de um show do Paul Macca pra me recuperar. E cá entre nós, um show do Paul Macca não uma coxinha de frango com catupiry.
Então passei o dia com Ella.
Sentei agora pra escrever ouvindo Summertime e advinhem: lágrimas escorrendo.
Ô Calorina, que jeitinho esse seu de viver sem deixar passar nenhum detalhe, e sem negligenciar nenhuma sutileza. Chorando. Copiosamente. Puta merda, Ella, me abraça e promete que chegou o verão.
Summertime and the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high
Oh your daddy’s rich and your ma is good lookin’
So hush little baby, don’t you cry
One of these mornings
You’re goin’ to rise up singing
Then you’ll spread your wings
And you’ll take the sky
But till that morning
There’s a nothin’ can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin’ by
You’ve Got Her In Your Pocket
You’ve got her in your pocket
And there’s no way out now
Put it in the safe and lock it
’cause it’s at home sweet home
Nobody ever told you that it was the wrong way
To trick a woman, make her feel she did it her way
And you’ll be there if she ever feels blue
And you’ll be there when she finds someone new
What to do
Well you know
You keep her in your pocket
Where there’s no way out now
Put it in a safe a lock it
’cause it’s home sweet home
The smile on your face made her think she had the right one
Then she thought she was sure
By the way you two could have fun
But now she might leave
Like she’s threatened before
Grab hold of her fast
Before her feet leave the floor
And she’s out the door
’cause you want
To keep her in your pocket
Where there’s no way out now
Put it in a safe a lock it
’cause it’s home sweet home
And in your own mind
You know you’re lucky just to know her
And in the beginning all you wanted was to show her
But now you’re scared
You think she’s running away
You search in your hand for something clever to say
Don’t go away
’cause I want
To keep you in my pocket
Where there’s no way out now
Put it in a safe a lock it
’cause it’s home sweet home
Home sweet home
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