Saindo pela piccadilly circus tube station, se vc se der o trabalho de se perder um pouco, eh provavel que acabe saindo numa praca chamada Berckeley Square. Dentro dela ande ateh o decimo segundo banco da esquerda e descance um pouco. Na sua frente aparecera o pombo mais gordo que vc jah viu na sua vida. Ele sempre fica no mesmo ponto, eu acho que nao consegue mais voar. Mas eh estremamente bem respeitavel dentro da comunidade pombal inglesa; de vez em quando os pombos mais novos vem pedir conselhos, e algumas maes oferecem suas filhas para acasalarem. Os que vem normalmente falam muito, mas o pombo gordo nao solta um "Grooo" sequer, ele fala com o olhar. Raramente sai de sua possicao ereta de esfinge, e ha no seu olhar o semblante de gordo faminto que pode devorar qualquer um que aparecer em sua frente.
Uma vez, mesmo temendo pela minha saude fisica, resolvi chegar perto do pombo gordo. Levantei do banco - ele nao se mexeu. Dei dois passos, ainda sem sinal. Estava dois metros, e a ave parada como se estivesse morta. Tomado pela confianca do sucesso, resolvi chegar mais perto, e de tao perto eu podia toca-lo com o braco, se quissesse.
Mas ele nao me deu essa chance. Me matou com o olhar.E nao precisou nem levantar a cabeca. Soh virou o olhinho gordo. "a praca eh minha, bloody idiot".
Derrotado, voltei para o banco. Antes de sentar, notei em uma placa: "Aqui neste banco Emily Grudden Steven aproveitou esse jardim, e conheceu o amor em Londres". Se vc se der o trabalho de se perder, vc pode acabar caindo nesse jardim.
Monday, January 16, 2006
Whistle Down the Wind
(Tom Waits)
I've grown up here now
All of my life
But I dreamed
Someday I'd go
Where blue eyed girls
And red guitars and
Naked rivers flow
I'm not all I thought I'd be
I always stayed around
I've been as far as Mercy and Grand
Frozen to the ground
I can't stay here and I'm scared to leave
(Just kiss me once and then)
I'll go to hell
I might as well
Be whistlin' down the wind
The bus at the corner
The clock's on the wall
Broken windmill
There's no wind at all
I've yelled and I cursed
If i stay here I'll rust
I'm stuck like a shipwreck
Out here in the dust
Sky is red
And there world's on fire
And the corn is taller than me
The dog is tied
To a wagon of rain
And the road is as wet as the sea
And sometimes the music from a dance
Will carry across the plains
And the places that I'm dreaming of
Do they dream only of me?
There are places where they never sleep
And the circus never ends
So I will take the Marley Bone Coach
And whistle down the wind
(Tom Waits)
I've grown up here now
All of my life
But I dreamed
Someday I'd go
Where blue eyed girls
And red guitars and
Naked rivers flow
I'm not all I thought I'd be
I always stayed around
I've been as far as Mercy and Grand
Frozen to the ground
I can't stay here and I'm scared to leave
(Just kiss me once and then)
I'll go to hell
I might as well
Be whistlin' down the wind
The bus at the corner
The clock's on the wall
Broken windmill
There's no wind at all
I've yelled and I cursed
If i stay here I'll rust
I'm stuck like a shipwreck
Out here in the dust
Sky is red
And there world's on fire
And the corn is taller than me
The dog is tied
To a wagon of rain
And the road is as wet as the sea
And sometimes the music from a dance
Will carry across the plains
And the places that I'm dreaming of
Do they dream only of me?
There are places where they never sleep
And the circus never ends
So I will take the Marley Bone Coach
And whistle down the wind
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