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JAMILA MAIA
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[22.12.04]
BARATZIL
Os piadistas de plantão já dizem há muito que, ao contrário de outras nacionalidades (colombiano, americano, japonês, francês), nós ficamos com o brasileiro por ser este o sufixo das profissões, como pedreiro, cozinheiro, motorneiro...
Eu já prefiro achar que sou brasileira com o mesmo sufixo da laranjeira, da macieira, da cerejeira...
Nós damos bons frutos.

rabiscado por JAMILA MAIA * 6:28 PM
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[13.12.04]
MOMENTOS INESQUECÍVEIS
Fiz um balancete do meu progresso esse ano na minha última sessão de terapia. Não posso negar que estou orgulhosa de mim. Ainda tenho uma longa (eterna) jornada pela minha frente, mas acho importante reconhecer nossas conquistas também. Obtive melhoras significativas no campo profissional, emocional e no espiritual.
Minha psicóloga me disse que, por ela, me daria alta.
É claro que eu recusei.
* * *
EQUÍVOCOS
O que mais me incomoda no cú é o acento. O povo nunca vai se convencer.
* * *
MEU ÉPICO FAVORITO
Eu sei que as coisas não foram bem assim. E daí? :D
Hedwig and the Angry Inch - The Origin Of Love
When the earth was still flat, and the clouds made of fire,
And mountains stretched up to the sky, sometimes higher,
Folks roamed the earth like big rolling kegs.
They had two sets of arms, they had two sets of legs.
They had two faces peering out of one giant head
So they could watch all around them as they talked; while they read.
And they never knew nothing of love. It was before the origin of love.
And there were three sexes then,
One that looked like two men glued up back to back,
Called the children of the sun.
And similar in shape and girth
Were the children of the earth.
They looked like two girls rolled up in one.
And the children of the moon
Were like a fork shoved on a spoon.
They were part sun, part earth, part daughter, part son.
Now the gods grew quite scared of our strength and defiance
And Thor said, "I'm gonna kill them all
With my hammer, like I killed the giants."
And Zeus said, "No, you better let me
Use my lightening, like scissors,
Like I cut the legs off the whales and dinosaurs into lizards."
Then he grabbed up some bolts and he let out a laugh,
Said, "I'll split them right down the middle.
Gonna cut them right up in half."
And then storm clouds gathered above
Into great balls of fire
And then fire shot down from the sky in bolts
Like shining blades of a knife.
And it ripped right through the flesh of the children of the sun
And the moon and the earth.
And some Indian god sewed the wound up into a hole,
Pulled it round to our belly to remind us of the price we paid.
And Osiris and the gods of the Nile gathered up a big storm
To blow a hurricane, to scatter us away,
In a flood of wind and rain and a sea of tidal waves,
To wash us all away,
And if we don't behave, they'll cut us down again
And we'll be hopping round on one foot
And looking through one eye.
Last time I saw you we had just split in two.
You were looking at me, I was looking at you.
You had a way so familiar, but I could not recognize,
Cause you had blood on your face;
I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine.
That's the pain, cuts a straight line
Down through the heart; we called it love.
So we wrapped our arms around each other,
Trying to shove ourselves back together.
We were making love, making love.
It was a cold dark evening, such a long time ago,
When by the mighty hand of Jove,
It was the sad story of how we became lonely two-legged creatures,
It's the story of the origin of love.
That's the origin of love.
rabiscado por JAMILA MAIA * 8:42 PM
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[1.12.04]
PRECE DO DIA
O C A S O
A C A S O
A C E S O
A C E N O
A M E N O
A M E N .
rabiscado por JAMILA MAIA * 9:22 AM
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