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Joan Fuster

terça-feira, 14 de junho de 2016

Inês de Lisboa

... usar uma tira com copos de plástico na cabeça, tudo mudou: continua sem saber falar inglês, mas já não sente vergonha. Experimente também!

sexta-feira, 10 de junho de 2016


And it was this location that provides my second memory. (It must come after the first because in it I am now standing up.) I was bitten by a rabbit. Or rather, I was nibbled by a rabbit, but, because I was such a weedy, namby-pamby little pansy, I reacted as though I’d lost a limb. It was the sheer unfairness of it all that so upset me. One minute, I was saying, ‘Hello, Mr Bunny!’ and smiling at its sweet little face and funny floppy ears. The next, the fucker savaged me. It seemed so gratuitous. What, I asked myself, had I done to the rabbit to deserve this psychotic response?
So, anyway (2014), John Cleese

Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)

domingo, 5 de junho de 2016

A boy named Sue

A boy named Sue (1969), Johnny Cash (original de Shel Silverstein)
gravado na prisão de San Quentin

segunda-feira, 23 de maio de 2016


The best swear I ever heard came from a close friend (...), an actor who, forgetting his lines on a film set, reprimanded himself with the savage cry of “Cunting Auschwitz!” Being Jewish, he could get away with it, I suppose. Just.
More fool me (2014), Stephen Fry


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