A ORELHA DE VAN GOGH

O que ele sabia era sua coleção de selos. O que ele sabia ele falava. E falava sobre qualquer assunto. Mas falava pouco. Se o assunto era política, falava uma frase de efeito de Noam Chomsky. Sobre Bush, ou sobre Obama, não importava. O importante era o efeito da frase. Futebol? Ainda era o ópio do povo. Povo? A frase de Max Weber ainda era imbatível. Às vezes trocava nomes. Dizia Henri Rousseau. Depois ficava repetindo baixinho, para si, Henri... Henri... Devagar repetia várias vezes a frase e, como coda, o autor, Henri, Henri... Até lembrar-se. E admitir, para si, que a memória já não era a mesma.

Atração é quase Amor - revisto por Helena

Atração é quase Amor - revisto por Tânia

Atração é quase Amor - revisto por Rosângela

o Amor segundo Aline

o Amor segundo Lília

É COISA NOSSA

There was a time

when men were kind When their voices were soft And their words inviting There was a time when love was blind And the world was a song And the song was exciting There was a time Then it all went wrongI dreamed a dream in time gone by When hope was high And life worth living I dreamed that love would never die I dreamed that God would be forgiving Then I was young and unafraid And dreams were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be paid No song unsungBut the tigers come at night With their voices soft as thunder As they tear your hope apart And they turn your dream to shame He slept a summer by my side He filled my days with endless wonder He took my childhood in his stride But he was gone when autumn came And still I dream he'll come to me That we will live the years together But there are dreams that cannot be And there are storms we cannot weather I had a dream my life would be So different from this hell I'm living So different now from what it seemed Now life has killed the dream I dreamed Essa história de marketing não existe PAC é comunidadade PAC é auto-estima PAC é amor I had a dream my life would be So different from this hell I'm living