Quinta-feira, Dezembro 27, 2007

MENSAGEM REVEILLÔNICA OITENTISTA

DANE-SE ESSE SÉCULO XXI. SE ELE NOS DÁ UM ANO 08, BASTA VIRAR DE CABEÇA PRA BAIXO E FAZEMOS UM NOVO ANO 80!

FELIZ ANO 80 PRA TODO MUNDO!

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Domingo, Dezembro 23, 2007

Now, let the Master do the writing.

And haddy grimble to ye all.


RANDOLF'S PARTY
(from John Lennon's "In His Own Write", 1964)

It was Chrisbus time but Randolph was alone. Where were all his good pals. Bernie, Dave, Nicky, Alice, Beddy, Freba, Viggy, Nigel, Alfred, Clive, Stan, Frenk, Tom, Harry, George, Harold? Where were they on this day? Randolf looged saggly at his only Chrispbut cart from his dad who did not live there.

'I can't understan this being so alonely on the one day of the year when one would surely spect a pal or two?' thought Rangolf. Hanyway he carrie don putting ub the desicrations and muzzle toe. All of a surgeon there was amerry timble on the door. Who but who could be a knockingon my door? He opend it and there standing there who? but only his pals. Bernie, Dave, Nicky, Alice, Beddy, Freba, Viggy, Nigel, Alfred, Clive, Stan, Frenk, Tom, Harry, George, Harolb weren't they?

Come on in old pals buddys and mates. With a big griff on his face Randoff welcombed them. In they came jorking and labbing shoubing 'Haddy Grimmble, Randoob.' and other hearty, and then they all jumbed on him and did smite him with mighty blows about his head crying, 'We never liked you all the years we've known you. You were never really one of us you know, soft head.'

They killed him you know, at least he didn't die alone did he? Mery Chrustchove, Randolf old pal buddy.

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Segunda-feira, Dezembro 03, 2007

QUITE A MOVE
(Luiz Alberto Benevides, Dec. 3, 2007 - 13:50-56)

Movin' so close away
Changin' so much next door
Goin' so far right here
Standin' still, headin' for
Anythin' not the same
Somethin' awaits me now
Neighbors are friends like we
What will become of me
Can I expect somehow
To walk alone in rain
In shine
On clouds
Heaven's not quite the name
But, hey, it's mine!
No doubt!

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