O Benfica contrata como se fosse à Champions. Se calhar vai. Se calhar já sabem, mas nós não.
Se assim não for, Rui Costa está, basicamente, a fazer o que fizeram todos os seus antecessores, o que não abona em favor da figura. Nem do clube, que não me parece precisar, mais uma vez, desta onda maciça de entradas e saídas.
Ainda a propósito de Nighthawks at the diner, leio:"Jim Hughart, who played upright bass on the recordings recalled the experience of preparing for and recording the album:
Preparing for this thing, we had to memorize all this stuff, 'cause Waits had nothing on paper. So ultimately, we spent four or five days in a rehearsal studio going over this stuff. And that was drudgery. But when we did actually get it all prepared and go and record, that was the fastest two days of recording I've ever spent in my life. It was so fun. Some of the tunes were not what you'd call jazz tunes, but for the most part that was like a jazz record. This was a jazz band. Bill Goodwin was a drummer who was associated with Phil Woods for years. Pete Christlieb is one of the best jazz tenor players who ever lived. And my old friend, Mike Melvoin, played piano. There's a good reason why it was accepted as a jazz record."
(via Wikipedia)
“Aos oitenta anos, sonha-se quando se pensa.”
José Saramago para Mia Couto, a propósito de uma personagem de Venenos de Deus, Remédios do Diabo, livro mais recente deste último autor.
Mia Couto, ao pensar uma das suas personagens, fá-la dizer que "Aos oitenta só pensamos quando dormimos". Pôs-se a jeito e Saramago não dorme. Já sonha.
| "Há gente que pretende fazer uma omeleta ortográfica a toda a pressa. Mas não quer que se veja que os ovos estão de todo impróprios para consumo e muito menos analisar o estado em que eles se encontram." |
| Vasco Graça Moura, "Diário de Notícias", 02-07-200 |
I was dressed for success
but success it never comes
and i'm the only one who laughs
at your jokes when they are so bad
and your jokes are always bad
but they're not as bad as this
come join us in a prayer
we'll be waiting waiting where
everything's ending here
and all the sterile striking it defends
an empty dock you cast away
and rain upon your forehead
where the mist's for hire if it's just too clear
let's spend our last quarterstance randomly
go down to the outlet once again
painted portraits of minions & slaves
crotch mavens and one act plays
are they the only ones who laugh?
at the jokes when they are so bad
and the jokes they're always bad
but they're not as bad as this
come join us in a prayer
we'll be waiting waiting where
everything's ending here
and all the spanish candles unsold
away have gone to this
and a "run-on piece of mount on"
trembles, shivers, runs down the freeway
i guess she spent her last quarter randomly
i guess a guess is the best i'll do
last time last time
was the best time...
we spent randomly
