Eu não sei em quem votar!!!!!!
Me desespera essa onde de descrétito que assola o país. Pessoas votando nos menos piores. Onde vamos parar?
Não sei o que faço, depois de três eleições seguidas justificando o voto, finalmente tenho a oportunidade de exercer minha "cidadania" e não sei pra onde vou.
30/09/2006
Hoje, 4:30 da manhã (Campo Grande, MS - horário local), esperando para embarcar em vôo para SP com conexão para Curitiba, recebo a ligação do Marcelo desejando boa viajem e me comunicando do acidente com o Vôo 1907 da Gol.
Resultado: eu o restante dos passageiros com indisfarçável cara de pânico a cada pequena turbolência. O vôo estava lotado (promoção da Tam dá nisso). Era coletivo o sentimento de alívio a hora que todos desembarcavam em Congonhas.
Enfim: lamentável tal acidente. O que dizer? Melhor nada.
Resultado: eu o restante dos passageiros com indisfarçável cara de pânico a cada pequena turbolência. O vôo estava lotado (promoção da Tam dá nisso). Era coletivo o sentimento de alívio a hora que todos desembarcavam em Congonhas.
Enfim: lamentável tal acidente. O que dizer? Melhor nada.
29/09/2006
momento pré-próximo-quase chegando-reflexivo do meu aniversário.
The Corrs - No Frontiers
If life is a river and your heart is a boat
And just like a water baby, baby, born to float,
And if life is a wild wind that blows way on high,
And your heart is Amelia dying to fly,
Heaven knows no frontiers and I've seen heaven in your
eyes
And if life is a bar room in which we must wait,
'round the man with his fingers on the ivory gates,
Where we sing until dawn of our fears and our fates,
And we stack all the dead men in self addressed
crates,
In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark,
That somehow this black night,
Feels warmer for the spark,
Warmer for the spark,
To hold us 'til the day,
When fear will lose its grip,
And heaven has its way,
Heaven knows no frontiers,
And I've seen heaven in your eyes
If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails,
And your spirit's a slave to man's whips and man's
jails,
Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and
right,
And your heart is a pure flame of man's constant
night,
In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark,
That somehow this black night,
Feels warmer for the spark,
Warmer for the spark,
To hold us 'til the day when fear will lose its grip,
And heaven has its way,
And heaven has its way,
When all will harmonise,
And know what's in our hearts,
The dream will realise
Heaven knows no frontiers,
And I've seen heaven in your eyes,
Heaven knows no frontiers,
And I've seen heaven in your eyes
If life is a river and your heart is a boat
And just like a water baby, baby, born to float,
And if life is a wild wind that blows way on high,
And your heart is Amelia dying to fly,
Heaven knows no frontiers and I've seen heaven in your
eyes
And if life is a bar room in which we must wait,
'round the man with his fingers on the ivory gates,
Where we sing until dawn of our fears and our fates,
And we stack all the dead men in self addressed
crates,
In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark,
That somehow this black night,
Feels warmer for the spark,
Warmer for the spark,
To hold us 'til the day,
When fear will lose its grip,
And heaven has its way,
Heaven knows no frontiers,
And I've seen heaven in your eyes
If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails,
And your spirit's a slave to man's whips and man's
jails,
Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and
right,
And your heart is a pure flame of man's constant
night,
In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark,
That somehow this black night,
Feels warmer for the spark,
Warmer for the spark,
To hold us 'til the day when fear will lose its grip,
And heaven has its way,
And heaven has its way,
When all will harmonise,
And know what's in our hearts,
The dream will realise
Heaven knows no frontiers,
And I've seen heaven in your eyes,
Heaven knows no frontiers,
And I've seen heaven in your eyes
19/09/2006
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