A minha ex-cidade

Ora bem... Vi no Público de há 2 dias atrás que na minha ex-cidade italiana, Perugia, foram detidas 3 pessoas de nacionalidade marroquina. Até aqui nada de transcendente... O problema é que essas 3 pessoas estavam a ser preparadas para Homem-Bomba, para bombistas... Como se isso não bastasse também estavam a ser preparadas para pilotar um avião... Dejá-vu?...

Há um 4º suspeito que ainda anda a monte...

Tracy Chapman - Baby Can I Hold You

Sorry
Is all that you cant say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like sorry like sorry

Forgive me
Is all that you cant say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like forgive me forgive me

But you can say baby
Baby can I hold you tonight
Maybe if I told you the right words
At the right time you'd be mine

I love you
Is all that you cant say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like I love you I love you

O filme da discórdia

A União Europeia vem desde algum tempo a publicitar ou divulgar o cinema europeu. Desta vez a publicidade retrata o sexo nos filmes europeus...

Os 44 segundos do spot publicitário deixaram muitas pessoas chocadas e revoltadas por se estar a vender o sexo... Lá vem outra vez a histórias das indecências e da imoralidade... Bem, se fosse imoral, os 44 segundos do filme não passariam no Jornal da Noite na SIC! Para além disso teve regalias de abertura!... Nenhuma estação televisiva quer pagar multas e o Jornal é às 20 horas...

Depois o sexo vende e não é pouco... Até hoje não vi nenhuma empresa de preservativos a queixar-se, por exemplo...Mas tirem a prova dos nove e vejam o filme:

Natalie Imbruglia - Torn

I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm, he came around like he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Well you couldn't be that man I adored
You don't seem to know, dont' seem to care what your heart is for
But I don't know him anymore
There's nothing where he used to lie
My conversation has run dry
That's whats going on, nothing's fine

I'm torn
I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You're a little late, I'm already torn

So I guess the fortune tellers right
Should have seen just what was there and not some holy light
To crawl beneath my veins and now
I don't care, I have no luck, I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things that I can't touch,

I'm torn
I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You're a little late, I'm already torn. torn.

There's nothing where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That's what's going on, nothing's right,

I'm torn
I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
I'm cold and Im ashamed bound and broken on the floor
You're a little late, I'm already torn.