The Windmills of your Mind

Esta canção está na bela abertura do primeiro Thomas Crown Affair, o dirigido por Norman Jewison e estrelado por Steve McQueen. Ganhou o Oscar e o Globo de Ouro por melhor canção original. É versão de uma canção francesa, Les Moulins de Mon Coeur.

Round,
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that’s turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Spinning silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Like the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Spinning silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that I said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
Or the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the colour of her hair?
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Coisas que ninguém me contou

Stuff no one told me, cartuns do catalão Alex Noriega.

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Trabalhe tão devagar quanto puder, mas finja que é impossível trabalhar mais rápido.

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É bom ter grandes esperanças e expectativas, mas mantenha a lógica.

– Quero ser o próximo Michael Jackson.

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Quando a maioria dos bares da cidade estiverem mais limpos que sua casa, está na hora de limpar…

Ou ir pros bares.
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Marca nenhuma é sua amiga.

Que música é essa? – All the Rowboats, de Regina Spektor

A Spektor lançou um album novo. Não é nem de longe meu favorito, e essa canção escolhida nem é a melhor. Mas como a letra é bonita!

All the rowboats in the paintings
They keep trying to row away
And the captains’ worried faces
Stay contorted and staring at the waves
They’ll keep hanging in their gold frames
For forever, forever and a day
All the rowboats in the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away

Hear them whispering french and german
Dutch, italian, and latin
When no one’s looking i fetch a sculpture
Marble, gold, and soft as satin
But the most special are the most lonely
God, i pity the violins
In glass coffins they keep coughing
They’ve forgotten, forgotten how to sing

First there’s lights out, then there’s lock up
Masterpieces serving maximum sentences
It’s their own fault for being timeless
There’s a price you pay and a consequence
All the galleries, the museums
Here’s your ticket, welcome to the tombs
They’re just public mausoleums
The living dead fill every room

Tradução aqui.