obrigada, todo mundo.

1 cento de quiche de queijo
1 cento de enroladinho de goiabada
1 kilo e meio de palitinho de queijo
110 cachorrinhos normais
120 cachorrinhos sem salsicha (o famoso “polho”)
fora o bolo de chocolate monstro…
e o panelao de cha..
e 36 litros de guarana..
e mais as cocas-light..

eh, acho q vai faltar comida p 50 pessoas.

materia de ontem, sobre o disco/turne da fernanda
foto tirada no hotel em porto alegre
mouse over, baby

http://divirta-se.correioweb.com.br/materias.htm?materia=2185&secao=Programe-se&data=20080327

an argument for consciousness,
the instinct of the blind insect
who makes love to the flower bed
and dies in the first freeze.

i want to learn such simple things,

no politics, no history,

till what I want
and what I need
can finally be the same.

fernanda takai numa exporosao de ritmo e alegria
no bis do show em porto alegre, semana passada

essa vai pro meu ajudante de pedreiro q ouve buzzcocks e bossa nova!

musica folk eh lamento em poesia, bright eyes eh foda, e a emmmylou harris q faz os backings, e eu nao tenho a mp3 pra postar.

If you walk away
I’ll walk away
First tell me which road you will take
I don’t want to risk our paths crossing some day
So you walk that way, I’ll walk this way

And the future hangs over our heads
And it moves with each current event
Until it falls all around like a cold steady rain
Just stay in when it’s looking this way

And there’s kids playing guns in the street
And ones pointing his tree branch at me
So I put my hands up I say “enough is enough,
If you walk away, I’ll walk away”

And he shot me dead.

And the world’s got me dizzy again
You think after 22 years I’d be used to the spin
And it only feels worse when I stay in one place
So I’m always pacing around or walking away
I keep drinking the ink from my pen
And I’m balancing history books up on my head
But it all boils down to one quotable phrase
If you love something, give it away

A good woman will pick you apart
A box full of suggestions for your possible heart
But you may be offended and you may be afraid
But don’t walk away, don’t walk away

We made love on the living room floor
With the noise in the background of a televised war
And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say
“If we walk away, they’ll walk away”

But greed is a bottomless pit
And our freedom’s a joke
We’re just taking a piss
And the whole world must watch the sad comic display
If you’re still free start running away
Cause we’re coming for you!

I’ve grown tired of holding this pose
I feel more like a stranger each time I come home
So I’m making a deal with the devils of fame
Saying “let me walk away, please”
You’ll be free child once you have died
From the shackles of language and measurable time
And then we can trade places, play musical graves
Till then walk away, walk away

So I’m up at dawn
Putting on my shoes
I just want to make a clean escape
I’m leaving but I don’t know where to
I know I’m leaving but I don’t know where to

meu deus, essa menina eh otima!!!!!

cortesy of valerie

sou multimidia mas nao esquizofrenica (ainda),
entrevista feita pela Gabi Zago :)
ela teve o arduo trabalho de transformar em frases normais
(e de portugues sulisticamente correto) as coisas que eu digo.

http://jornalatuacao.blogspot.com/2008/03/gabi-uma-estudante-multimdia.html