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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH FREAK OUT!
Ufa, passou. Depois de uma péssima noite mal dormida, parece que centrou de novo. Hoje foi dia de entupição de hormônios e chocolates, e parece que isso também fez uma diferença, pro bem. Ainda bem.
A correria aqui está no pique máximo, mas tá divertido. Minha cozinha gravou hoje, e só recebi elogios. Nessas horas, eu gosto muito do que faço. Tenho um puta prazer de ser reconhecida pelo meu trabalho, e ainda mais quando meus amigos de faculdade mandam e-mail dizendo que viram meu nome nos créditos da novela. Amigos gays, leia-se. (Só eles lêem os créditos). Aguardem a cozinha de Maria Clara, nova das 21h!
E agora fixei no David Bowie, sussurando para mim, para acalmar minha tarde e preparar minha noite.
CHINA GIRL
David Bowie and Iggy Pop
Oh oh oh ohoo little china girl
Oh oh oh ohoo little china girl
I could escape this feeling, with my China Girl
I feel a wreck without my, little China Girl
I hear her heart beating, loud as thunder
Saw the stars crashing
I'm a mess without my, little China Girl
Wake up mornings where's my, little China Girl
I hear heart's beating, loud as thunder
I saw they stars crashing down
I feel an tragic like an Marlon Brando
When I look at my China Girl
I could pretend that nothing really meant too much
When I look at my China Girl
I stumble into town just like a sacred cow
Visions of swastikas in my head
Plans for everyone
It's in the white of my eyes
My little China Girl
You shouldn't mess with me
I'll ruin everything you are
I'll give you television
I'll give you eyes of blue
I'll give you men who want to rule the world
And when I get excited
My little China Girl says
Oh baby just you shut your mouth
She says ... sh
She says
She says
And when I get excited
My little China Girl says
Oh baby just you shut your mouth
And when I get excited
My little China Girl says
Oh baby just you shut your mouth
She says ... sh
She says
Oh oh oh ohoo little china girl
Oh oh oh ohoo little china girl
Oh oh oh ohoo little china girl
Oh oh oh ohoo little china girl
Oh oh oh ohoo little china girl
:: Marcia Furriel 5:19 p.m.
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"...[R]eturning to the Red Drum for sets, to hear Bird, whom I saw distinctly digging Mardou several times also myself directly into my eye looking to search if I was really the great writer I thought myself to be as if he knew my thoughts and ambitions or remembered me from other night clubs and other coasts, other Chicagos--not a challenging look but the king and founder of the bop generation at least the sound of it in digging his audience digging his eyes, the secret eyes him-watching, as he just pursed his lips and let great lungs and immortal fingers work, his eyes separate and interested and humane, the kindest jazz musician there could be while being and therefore naturally the greatest--watching Mardou and me in the infancy of our love and probably wondering why, or knowing it wouldn't last, or seeing who it was would be hurt, as now, obviously, but not quite yet, it was Mardou whose eyes were shining in my direction, though I could not have known and now do not definitely know--except the one fact, on the way home, the session over the beer in the Mask drunk we went home on the Third Street bus sadly through night and throb knock neons and when I suddenly leaned over her to shout something further (in her secret self as later confessed) her heart leapt to smell the "sweetness of my breath" (quote) and suddenly she almost loved me--"
DO LIVRO
The Subterraneans
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