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::25.2.04:: TÓPICOS MOMESCOS No. 4 Sábado, levei Pops pro boteco, tricolor solitária (com o apoio da amiga), pra ver a final da Taça Guanabara. Ok, ok, já dei parabéns aos flamenguistas que eu CONSIDERO, e foi um jogo de raça mesmo, da equipe rubro-negra. A todos vocês, dedico esta canção: Hino do Fluminense Lamartine Babo Sou tricolor de coração Sou do clube tantas vezes campeão Fascina pela sua disciplina O Fluminense me domina Eu tenho amor ao tricolor Salve o querido pavilhão Das três cores que traduzem tradição A paz, a esperança e o vigor Unido e forte pelo esporte Eu sou é tricolor Vence o Fluminense Com o verde da esperança Pois quem espera sempre alcança Clube que orgulha o Brasil Retumbante de glórias E vitórias mil Vence o Fluminense Com o sangue do encarnado Com amor e com vigor Faz a torcida querida Vibrar de emoção o tri-campeão Vence o Fluminense Usando a fidalguia Branco é paz e harmonia Brilha com o sol Da manhã Qual luz de um refletor Salve o Tricolor P.S.: Tô desde sábado querendo postar isso, hehehe. :: Marcia Furriel 2:59 a.m. [+] :: ... Comments: Enviar um comentário

[::..perfil..::] "...[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 [::.. perfil sarcástico..::]