quarta-feira, abril 27, 2005
sábado, abril 23, 2005
quinta-feira, abril 21, 2005
Tudo bem, não é?
Ah... mas quando se tem de estudar Imunologia por traduções brazucas... Ah... Uma pessoa fica... Ah...
Se alguém faz mais uma mínima referência ao Brasil (incluindo samba, futebol, telenovelas, ou algo tão simples como café ou até cefalopode) corre sérios riscos de ser esganado...
Show di Bola!
sábado, abril 09, 2005
The breath of the morning I keep forgetting. The smell of the warm summer air. I live in a town where you can't smell a thing, you watch your feet for cracks in the pavement. Up above aliens hover making home movies for the folks back home, of all these weird creatures who lock up their spirits, drill holes in themselves and live for their secrets. They're all uptight, uptight, uptight, uptight, uptight, uptight. I wish that they'd sweep down in a country lane, late at night when I'm driving. Take me on board their beautiful ship, show me the world as I'd love to see it. I'd tell all my friends but they'd never believe me, They'd think that I'd finally lost it completely. I'd show them the stars and the meaning of life. They'd shut me away. But I'd be alright, alright, I'd be alright, I'm alright. I'm just uptight, uptight, uptight, uptight, uptight, uptight, uptight, uptight, uptight.
Radiohead. ok computer.
Às vezes os génios surgem assim. Em pacotinhos de dois ou três minutos.