Os recados. As notícias. As reflexões.
Os posicionamentos feitos de avanços e recuos que, de tão previsíveis, se tornam tão tristes...
A falta de arrojo. Os jogos de xadrez em tabuleiros de polietileno. Ainda por cima é tudo plástico e inox hiper-areado. Sem brilho, sem novidade, sem preservar qualquer sabor. E que, de tão gasto, nos leva a crer que o plástico sabe bem.
Os Radiohead já tinham falado disto. A única diferença é que, pelos vistos, a gravidade (no sentido da qualidade do que é grave) nem sempre ganha.
Fake Plastic Trees
A green plastic watering can
For a fake chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself
It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out
She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
On girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins
And it wears him out, it wears him out
It wears him out, it wears him out
She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run
And it wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out
And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time.
:-(
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fake plastic ... what????????
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