Robert Doisneau - Un Regard Oblique,1948
"It's in your reach... concentrate" *
If you think about everything you haven't done yet in your life, and feel a concrete dismay coming up, like someone who's just been aware about having to work all along the holiday with no right to breaks, and if the weariness is substantial - and so is the desire for valium - you read:
A infância está perdida.
A mocidade está perdida.
Mas a vida não se perdeu.
Dorme, meu filho. **
Now, if you feel there must be something wrong about you when you're walking down the streets rubbing hands and arms, now and then, for knowing not where to put them and for being ashamed of yourself, while you're listening to Colleen's "shoot-me-dead"-like instrumental songs on your iPod, then you probably also think about this:
I read a book about the self
Said I should get expensive help
Go fix my head
Create some wealth
Put my neurosis on the shelf ***
Said I should get expensive help
Go fix my head
Create some wealth
Put my neurosis on the shelf ***
Dever de casa pra você que se encaixa: Tirar leite da pedra.
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*Placebo - Passive Agressive
** Drummond - Consolo na Praia
*** Placebo - Blue American
