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filmes de domingo .2
Porque nem só de Julia Stiles vive o homem.
who could refrain,
That had a heart to love, and in that heart
Courage to make ‘s love known?
filmes de domingo
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
desculpas esfarrapadas
Por vezes a verdade é a pior mentira. Não que não seja verdade, mas é tão inverosímil que passa por mentira.
É que ontem aconteceu isto assim assim de maneiras que fiquei sem telemóvel. Ninguém, com um mínimo de bom senso, viria aqui escrever que o seu cão tinha agarrado no telemóvel como se fosse mais uma bola de ténis… mas menos resistente. Não. Simplesmente aconteceu isto assim assim… e fiquei sem telemóvel.
(E o melhor é ver o filme. É que, passa-se isto assim assim de maneiras que usurpei as palavras deles.)
flashback
Na SIC Notícias, Tucson Coast to Coast, a passar no Kruger, Swazilândia e Moçambique. Foi há seis semanas que também eu passei por lá.
Maratona de Paris
(as minhas notas desportivas aqui)
com Issy Van Randwyck a cantar Gershwin, I’ll Build A Stairway To Paradise
drinker, womanizer and gambler
I knew a man Bojangles and he’ll dance for you
in worn out shoes.
Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants,
he would do the old soft shoe.
He would jump so high – jump so high, then lightly touch down.
He told me of a time he worked with, With the Minstrel shows,
travelling throughout the south,
Spoke with tears for fifteen years how his, how his dog and him
they would travel about
But his dog up and died. Dog up and died, after twenty years he still grieves
He said, “I dance now at every chance in honky tonks
for my drinks and tips.
But most of the time I, spend behind these county bars
you see son I, I drinks a bit.”
Then he shook his head. Oh Lord when he shook his head,
I could swear I heard someone say please, please
That’s Mister Bo-ojangles. Call him Mister Bo-ojangles.
Mister Bo-ojangles, come back and dance. And dance. And dance – Please dance
Mister Bo-ojang-gles, Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles, come back and dance. And dance. And dance. Please dance.
Robbie Williams – Mr. Bojangles
Bobby Brown – Performing Mr. Bojangles
Bill “Bojangles” Robinson–Step Dance–Swanee River (1932)
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Airplane! .2
Airplane!
Ted Striker: My orders came through. My squadron ships out tomorrow. We’re bombing the storage depots at Daiquiri at 1800 hours. We’re coming in from the north, below their radar.
Elaine Dickinson: When will you be back?
Ted Striker: I can’t tell you that. It’s classified.
(a mtv, no top dos melhores filmes de comédia de todos os tempos, atribuiu ao aeroplano o primeiro)
[as the plane prepares to take off]
Hanging Lady: Nervous?
Ted Striker: Yes.
Hanging Lady: First time?
Ted Striker: No, I’ve been nervous lots of times.