sábado, 9 de janeiro de 2010
sexta-feira, 8 de janeiro de 2010
a propósito de um "acordo"
II
Isto é a completa capitulação do movimento sindical. Assinar para quê?
De que serviu termos saído à rua? Para passear no Passeio Público?
Isto é a completa capitulação do movimento sindical. Assinar para quê?
De que serviu termos saído à rua? Para passear no Passeio Público?
quinta-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2010
quarta-feira, 6 de janeiro de 2010
terça-feira, 5 de janeiro de 2010
segunda-feira, 4 de janeiro de 2010
domingo, 3 de janeiro de 2010
1º de 2010-Tom Verlaine-Words from the front
Entrando lentamente em 2010...
There's no road.
It's been raining now for three days
We're in mud up to our knees.
If luck prevails and I'm given leave
I should be home by the 17th.
One word I hear all the time
This word I hear
Blind
John died last night,
He had no chance
Beneath the surgeon's drunken hands.
It's hard to see
Who's about
The fires we light
Soon smolder out.
Up on the ridge
They're dug in deep
We move in waves,
As if asleep.
And there they lay
Four thousand men
The general orders "Attack again"
It's been raining now for three days
We're in mud up to our knees.
If luck prevails and I'm given leave
I should be home by the 17th.
One word I hear all the time
This word I hear
Blind
John died last night,
He had no chance
Beneath the surgeon's drunken hands.
It's hard to see
Who's about
The fires we light
Soon smolder out.
Up on the ridge
They're dug in deep
We move in waves,
As if asleep.
And there they lay
Four thousand men
The general orders "Attack again"