sábado, março 18, 2006

Bem Vindos a Direita

Uma universitária andava no quarto ano da Faculdade. Como é comum no meio universitário, pensava que era de esquerda e estava a favor da distribuição da riqueza.
Tinha vergonha de que o seu pai fosse de direita e, portanto, contrário aos programas socialistas e seus projectos de lei, que davam benefícios aos que não o mereciam e impostos mais altos para os que tinham maiores rendimentos. A maioria dos seus professores tinha afirmado que a filosofia dele estava equivocada.
Por tudo isso, um dia, decidiu enfrentar o pai.
Falou com ele sobre o materialismo histórico e a dialéctica de Marx, procurando mostrar que ele estava errado, ao defender um sistema tão injusto como o da direita.
No meio da conversa, o pai perguntou:
Como vão as aulas?
Vão bem, respondeu ela. A média das minhas notas é 18, mas tenho muito trabalho para conseguir estas notas. Não tenho vida social, durmo pouco, mas vou em frente.
O pai prosseguiu:
E a tua amiga Sónia, como vai?
Ela respondeu, com muita segurança:
Muito mal. A média dela é 6, principalmente, porque passa os dias em shoppings e em festas. Pouco estuda e, muitas vezes, nem sequer vai às aulas. De certeza que vai chumbar o ano.
O pai, olhando nos olhos da filha, aconselhou:
Que tal se tu sugerisses aos professores ou ao coordenador do vosso curso, para que sejam transferidos 6 valores das suas notas para as da Sónia. Com isso, vocês duas teriam a mesma média. Não seria um bom resultado para ti, mas convenhamos, seria uma boa e democrática distribuição de notas, para permitir a futura aprovação de vocês as duas.
Ela, indignada, retrucou:
Por quê?! Eu trabalhei muito para conseguir as notas que tive, enquanto a Sónia passeou pelo lado fácil da vida. Não acho justo que todo o trabalho que tive seja, simplesmente, dado a outra pessoa.
O pai, então, abraçou-a carinhosamente, dizendo:
BEM-VINDA À DIREITA!!!!

sexta-feira, março 17, 2006

Humor Negro (ou nao!)

quarta-feira, março 08, 2006

HIStorico


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sábado, março 04, 2006

Whenever I say your name


Ele vai voltar...



Whenever I say your name, whenever I call to mind your face
Whatever bread's in my mouth, whatever the sweetest wine that I taste
Whenever your memory feeds my soul, whatever got broken becomes whole
Whenever I'm filled with doubts that we will be together

Wherever I lay me down, wherever I put my head to sleep
Whenever I hurt and cry, whenever I got to lie awake and weep
Whenever I kneel to pray, whenever I need to find a way
I'm calling out your name

Whenever those dark clouds hide the moon
Whenever this world has gotten so strange
I know that something's gonna change
Something's gonna change

Whenever I say your name, Whenever I say your name, I'm already praying, I'm already praying
I'm already filled with a joy that I can't explain
Wherever I lay me down, wherever I rest my weary head to sleep
Whenever I hurt and cry, whenever I got to lie awake and weep
Whenever I'm on the floor
Whatever it was that I believed before
Whenever I say your name, whenever I say it loud, I'm already praying

Whenever this world has got me down, whenever I shed a tear
Whenever the TV makes me mad, whenever I'm paralyzed with fear
Whenever those dark clouds fill the sky, whenever I lose the reason why
Whenever I'm filled with doubts that we will be together

Whenever the sun refuse to shine, whenever the skies are pouring rain
Whatever I lost I thought was mine whenever I close my eyes in pain
Whenever I kneel to pray, whenever I need to find a way
I'm calling out your name

Whenever this dark begins to fall
Whenever I'm vulnerable and small
Whenever I feel like I could die
Whenever I'm holding back the tears that I cry

Whenever I say your name, whenever I call to mind your face
I'm already praying
Whatever bread's in my mouth, whatever the sweetest wine that I taste
Wherever I lay me down, wherever I rest my weary head to sleep
Whenever I hurt and cry, whenever I'm forced to lie awake and have to weep
Whenever I'm on the floor
Whatever it was that I believed before
Whenever I say your name, whenever I say it loud, I'm already praying

Whenever I say your name,
No matter how long it takes,
One day we'll be together

Whenever I say your name,
let there be no mistake
that day will last forever

The Book of my life

Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I'm afraid to write

It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life
And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it's all there to see as the section reveals
There's some sorrow in every life

If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won't understand 'til the end of my days
I'm still forced to remember,
Remember the words of my life

There are promises broken and promises kept
Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I possess
There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die
There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

There's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,
There's a page where we fail to meet

There are tales of good fortune that couldn't be planned
There's a chapter on god that I don't understand
There's a promise of Heaven and Hell but I'm damned if I see

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

Now the daylight's returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that's left is you

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

Letra: Sting