27/01/2009

anedotas

Uma carta das finanças diz que tenho de regularizar umas dívidas, caso contrário seguirá uma penhora de bens e direitos. Bens só se for a pele e os cabelos, direitos (penso que o ordenado) só se for o direito que tenho tido nos últimos 4 anos em fartar-me de trabalhar sem ganhar um tostão e viver recluso no meu sonho. Assim sendo, façam favor, já chega o que andam a comer ao meu velhote. Leonard Cohen Fingerprints I touched you once too often Now I don't know who I am My fingerprints were missing When I wiped away the jam Yes I called my fingerprints all night But they don't seem to care The last time that I saw them They were leafing through your hair Fingerprints, fingerprints Where are you now my fingerprints? Yeah I thought I'd leave this morning So I emptied out your drawer A hundred thousand fingerprints They floated to the floor You know you hardly stopped to pick them up You don't care what you lose Ah you don't even seem to know Whose fingerprints are whose Fingerprints, fingerprints Where are you now my fingerprints? And now you want to marry me You want to take me down the aisle You want to throw confetti fingerprints You know that's not my style O sure I'd like to marry you But I can't face the dawn With any girl who knew me When my fingerprints were on Fingerprints, fingerprints Where are you now my fingerprints? Fingerprints, oh fingerprints Where are you now my fingerprints?

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