As pessoas andam egoítas. Andam a olhar apenas para o seu umbigo, sem se importarem com o que se passa à sua volta, sem se preocuparem com os problemas dos outros, não querendo saber de nada que se meta entre elas e o seu sensual umbigo. As pessoas, se pudessem, fechavam-se no seu mundo com apenas o que quisessem, e tudo o resto era paisagem. As pessoas estão arrogantemente concentradas apenas em si próprias e fingem ter problemas só para não passarem por pessoas "normais" e mostrarem que têm mais com que se preocupar. As pessoas fingem serem ocupadas só para não revelarem o seu mundo insignificante. Isto é fácil de ver. Básico. Estou neste momento no MSN Messenger, e, em 28 pessoas on-line, 20 estão com o estado "ocupado" ou "volto logo" ou "ausente". Todas elas, e ainda mais algumas, nunca foram vistas por mim em qualquer outro estado. Essas pessoas têm por hábito, mal chegam ao MSN, meterem em estado "ocupado" ou outro qualquer que não o simples "on-line". Estão ocupadas. Ocupadas no seu mundo de treta, fingindo-se úteis. Ocupadas com nada. "Ocupado" é a maneira de elas dizerem "não quero que me chateiem com os vossos problemas, não quero saber, neste momento nada é mais importante do que eu". E aposto o que quiserem que dessas 20 pessoas "ocupadas" menos de 5 estão verdadeiramente ocupadas, as outras 15 são mentiras disfarçadas por um "ocupado". Às pessoas verdadeiramente ocupadas, um grande bem-haja. Às pessoas que se fingem ocupadas...cresçam.
Recomendação musical: As doce - Bem bom
Se estas meninas tivessem nascido nos Estados Unidos podem crer que teriam atingido o êxito dos Abba e com certeza existiria hoje um musical chamado Bem Bom. (Atenção: Não sou, nem de perto, fã das doce. Apenas um reconhecimento de sucesso.)
O Wall-E venceu o óscar de melhor filme de animação.
Eu não gostei do Wall-E. Eu detestei o Wall-E. Na minha opinião é o pior filme de animção que eu me lembre que já vi. O Wall-E não faz rir, o que o retira imediatamente de uma categoria que inclua a palavra "animação". O Wall-E é escasso em diálogos, o que poderia compensar em acções divertidas...o que não acontece. O Wall-E pode ter custado milhões e milhões, pode ter uns efeitos sonoros muito divertidos que relembram o star wars, mas é, literalmente, um filme secante, aborrecido. O Wall-E é uma treta e seria o último filme que eu jamais nomearia sequer para um óscar, mas tudo bem. É a vida. O Wall-E é um robot que nem pinta tem.
E digo mais: Se não fosse o pão de alho da pizza hut comido em pleno cinema a assitir ao Wall-E (o que fez que o filme não fosse tão nojento, mas apenas péssimo), juro que hoje mesmo enviaria uma carta para a direcção dos óscares a mandá-los todos irem dar uma volta ao bilhar grande!
Pensei em pôr uma imagem do Wall-E para ilustrar esta postagem mas nem isso vou fazer para não publicitar mais esse filme...péssimo...que manchou completamente o nome da Disney.
E agora, as verdadeiras nomeações para o melhor filme de animação: (avisa-se que apenas assisti às versões dobradas dos seguintes filmes, com excepção do primeiro, mas ainda assim mantenho as minhas nomeações e vencedor.)
Kunf-FU Panda Madagáscar 2 Bolt
Surpreendente, contra as minhas crenças há três meses atrás, o Bolt venceria sem margens para dúvidas.
Um grande "Vão para o catano!" para os senhores dos óscares que elegeram aquele reles vencedor.
Finalmente! Após 16 anos, finalmente abri a caixa de Pandora. Pode não ser o melhor filme de sempre, mas há ali um qualquer toque de magia protagonizado pelo sir Tim Burton que o faz, talvez, ser o filme mais memorável de sempre. Uma história que pode parecer simples, mas de uma essência complexa, madura. Personagens impensáveis, em que o próprio Jack é, sem dúvida, uma das personagens mais "fixes" (desculpem o adjectivo, mas é o mais adequado) que já alguém criou. Músicas simplesmente geniais que ficam na cabeça. Perfect. Adorei.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
NARRATOR: 'Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems, in a place that perhaps you've seen in your dreams. For the story that you are about to be told, took place in the holiday worlds of old. Now, you've probably wondered where holidays come from. If you haven't, I'd say it's time you begun.
SHADOW: Boys and girls of every age Wouldn't you like to see something strange? SIAMESE SHADOW: Come with us and you will see This, our town of Halloween PUMPKIN PATCH CHORUS: This is Halloween, this is Halloween Pumpkins scream in the dead of night GHOSTS: This is Halloween, everybody make a scene Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright It's our town, everybody scream In this town of Halloween CREATURE UNDER BED: I am the one hiding under your bed Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red MAN UNDER THE STAIRS: I am the one hiding under your stairs Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair CORPSE CHORUS: This is Halloween, this is Halloween Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! VAMPIRES: In this town we call home Everyone hail to the pumpkin song MAYOR: In this town, don't we love it now? Everybody's waiting for the next surprise CORPSE CHORUS: Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can Something's waiting now to pounce, and how you'll scream HARLEQUIN DEMON, WEREWOLF, AND MELTING MAN: Scream! This is Halloween Red 'n' black, slimy green WEREWOLF: Aren't you scared? WITCHES: Well, that's just fine Say it once, say it twice Take the chance and roll the dice Ride with the moon in the dead of night HANGING TREE: Everybody scream, everybody scream HANGED MEN: In our town of Halloween CLOWN: I am the clown with the tear-away face Here in a flash and gone without a trace SECOND GHOUL: I am the "who" when you call, "Who's there?" I am the wind blowing through your hair OOGIE BOOGIE SHADOW: I am the shadow on the moon at night Filling your dreams to the brim with fright CORPSE CHORUS: This is Halloween, this is Halloween Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! CHILD CORPSE TRIO: Tender lumplings everywhere Life's no fun without a good scare PARENT CORPSES: That's our job, but we're not mean In our town of Halloween CORPSE CHORUS: In this town MAYOR: Don't we love it now? MAYOR WITH CORPSE CHORUS: Everyone's waiting for the next surprise CORPSE CHORUS: Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back And scream like a banshee Make you jump out of your skin This is Halloween, everybody scream Won't ya please make way for a very special guy Our man Jack is king of the pumpkin patch Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King now EVERYONE: This is Halloween, this is Halloween Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! CORPSE CHILD TRIO: In this town we call home Everyone hail to the pumpkin song EVERYONE: La la-la la, Halloween! Halloween!
JACK'S LAMENT
There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best For my talents are renowned far and wide When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night I excel without ever even trying With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms I have seen grown men give out a shriek With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan I have swept the very bravest off their feet
Yet year after year, it's the same routine And I grow so weary of the sound of screams And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King Have grown so tired of the same old thing
Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones An emptiness began to grow There's something out there, far from my home A longing that I've never known
I'm a master of fright, and a demon of light And I'll scare you right out of your pants To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky And I'm known throughout England and France
And since I am dead, I can take off my head To recite Shakespearean quotations No animal nor man can scream like I can With the fury of my recitations
But who here would ever understand That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin Would tire of his crown, if they only understood He'd give it all up if he only could
Oh, there's an empty place in my bones That calls out for something unknown The fame and praise come year after year Does nothing for these empty tears
WHAT'S THIS?
What's this? What's this? There's color everywhere What's this? There's white things in the air What's this? I can't believe my eyes I must be dreaming Wake up, jack, this isn't fair What's this?
What's this? What's this? There's something very wrong What's this? There are people singing songs
What's this? The streets are lined with Little creatures laughing Everybody seems so happy Have I possibly gone daffy? What is this? What's this?
There are children throwing snowballs here instead of throwing heads They're busy building toys And absolutely no one's dead
There's frost on every window Oh, I can't believe my eyes And in my bones I feel the warmth That's coming from inside
Oh, look What's this? They're hanging mistletoe, they kiss Why that looks so unique, inspired They're gathering around to hear a story Roasting chestnuts on a fire What's this? What's this?
In here they've got a little tree, how queer And who would ever think And why?
They're covering it with tiny little things They've got electric lights on strings And there's a smile on everyone So, now, correct me if I'm wrong This looks like fun This looks like fun Oh, could it be I got my wish? What's this?
Oh my, what now? The children are asleep But look, there's nothing underneath No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them Or ensnare them, only little cozy things Secure inside their dreamland What's this?
The monsters are all missing And the nightmares can't be found And in their place there seems to be Good feeling all around
Instead of screams, I swear I can hear music in the air The smell of cakes and pies Is absolutely everywhere
The sights, the sounds They're everywhere and all around I've never felt so good before This empty place inside of me is filling up I simply cannot get enough
I want it, oh, I want it Oh, I want it for my own I've got to know I've got to know What is this place that I have found? What is this? Christmas Town, hmm...
TOWN MEETING
[JACK] There were object so peculiar They were not to be believed All around, things to tantalize my brain
It's a world unlike anything I've ever seen And as hard as I try I can't seem to describe Like a most improbable dream
But you must believe when I tell you this It's as real as my skull and it does exist Here, let me show you
This is a thing called a present The whole thing starts with a box
[DEVIL] A box? Is it steel?
[WEREWOLF] Are there locks?
[HARLEQUIN DEMON] Is it filled with a pox?
[DEVIL, WEREWOLF, HARLEQUIN DEMON] A pox How delightful, a pox
[JACK] If you pleae Just a box with bright-colored paper And the whole thing's topped with a bow
[WITCHES] A bow? But why? How ugly What's in it? What's in it?
[JACK] That's the point of the thing, not to know
[CLOWN] It's a bat
[CREATURE UNDER THE STAIRS] Will it bend?
[CLOWN] It's a rat
[CREATURE UNDER THE STAIRS] Will it break?
[UNDERSEA GAL] Perhaps it's the head that I found in the lake
[JACK] Listen now, you don't understand That's not the point of Christmas land
Now, pay attention Now we pick up an over-sized sock And hang it like this on the wall
[MR. HYDE] Oh, yes! Does it still have a foot?
[MEDIUM MR. HYDE] Let me see, let me look
[SMALL MR. HYDE] Is it rotted and covered with gook?
[JACK] Hmm, let me explain There's no foot inside, but there's candy or sometimes it's filled with small toys
[MUMMY AND WINGED DEMON] Small toys
[WINGED DEMON] Do they bite?
[MUMMY] Do they snap?
[WINGED DEMON] Or explode in a sack?
[CORPSE KID] Or perhaps they just spring out And scare girls and boys
[MAYOR] What a splendid idea This Christmas sounds fun Why, I fully endorse it Let's try it at once
[JACK] Everyone, please now, not so fast There's sometihng here that you don't quite grasp Well, I may as well give them what they want
And the best, I must confess, I have saved for the last For the ruler of this Christmas land Is a fearsome King with a deep mighty voice Least that's what I've come to understand
And I've also heard it told That's he's something to behold Like a lobster, huge and red And sets out to slay with his rain gear on Carting bulging sacks with his big great arms That is, so I've heard it said
And on a darkm cold night Under full moonlight He flies into a fog Like a vulture in the sky And they call him Sandy Claws
Well, at least they're excited Though they don't understand That special lind of feeling in Christmas land Oh, well...
JACK'S OBSESSION
[VAMPIRES] Something's up with Jack Something's up with Jack Don't know if we're ever going to get him back
[WEREWOLF] He's all alone up there Locked away inside
[CORPSE MOTHER] Never says a word
[CORPSE KID] Hope he hasn't died
[ALL] Something's up with Jack Something's up with Jack
[JACK] Christmas time is buzzing im my skull Will it let me be? I cannot tell There are som many things I cannot grasp When I think I've got, and then at last Through my bony fingers it does slip Like a snowflake in a fiery grip
Something's here I'm not quite getting Though I try, I keep forgetting Like a memory long since past Here in an instantm gone in a flash What does it mean? What does it mean?
In these little bric-a-brac A secret's waiting to be cracked These dolls and toys confuse me so Confound it all, I love it though
Simple objects, nothing more Bout something's hidden through a door Though I do not have the key Something's there I cannot see What does it mean? What does it mean? What does it mean? Hmm...
I've read there Christmas books so many times I k now the stories and I know the rhymes I know the Christmas carols all by heart My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart As often as I've read them, something's wrong So hard to put my bony finger on
Or perhaps it's not as deep As I've been led to think Am I trying much too hard? Of course! I've been too close to see The answer's right in front of me Right in front of me
It's simple really, very clear Like music drifting in the air Invisible, but everywhere Just because I cannot see it Doesn't mean I can't believe it
You know, I think this Christmas thing Is not as tricky as it seems And why should they have all the fun? It should belong to anyone
Not anyone, in fact, but me Whu, I could make a Christmas tree And there's no reason I can find I couldn't handle Christmas time
I bet I could improve it too And that's exactly what I'll do Hee, hee, hee Eureka! I've got it
KIDNAP THE SANDY CLAWS
LOCK, SHOCK, AND BARREL Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws
LOCK I wanna do it
BARREL Let's draw straws
SHOCK Jack said we should work together Three of a kind
LOCK, SHOCK, AND BARREL Birds of a feather Now and forever Wheeee La, la, la, la, la
Kidnap the Sandy Claws, lock him up real tight Throw away the key and then Turn off all the lights
SHOCK First, we're going to set some bait Inside a nasty trap and wait When he comes a-sniffing we will Snap the trap and close the gate
LOCK Wait! I've got a better plan To catch this big red lobster man Let's pop him in a boiling pot And when he's done we'll butter him up
LOCK, SHOCK, AND BARREL Kidnap the Sandy Claws Throw him in a box Bury him for ninety years Then see if he talks
SHOCK Then Mr. Oogie Boogie Man Can take the whole thing over then He'll be so pleased, I do declare That he will cook him rare
LOCK,SHOCK, AND BARREL Wheeee
LOCK I say that we take a cannon Aim it at his door And then knock three times And when he answers Sandy Claws will be no more
SHOCK You're so stupid, think now lf we blow him up to smithereens We may lose some pieces And then Jack will beat us black and green
LOCK,SHOCK, AND BARREL Kidnap the Sandy Claws Tie him in a bag Throw him in the ocean Then, see if he is sad
LOCK AND SHOCK Because Mr. Oogie Boogie is the meanest guy around If I were on his Boogie list, I'd get out of town
BARREL He'll be so pleased by our success That he'll reward us too, I bet
LOCK, SHOCK, AND BARREL Perhaps he'll make his special brew Of snake and spider stew Ummm!
We're his little henchmen and We take our job with pride We do our best to please him And stay on his good side
SHOCK I wish my cohorts weren't so dumb
BARREL I'm not the dumb one
LOCK You're no fun
SHOCK Shut up
LOCK Make me
SHOCK I've got something, listen now This one is real good, you'll see We'll send a present to his door Upon there'll be a note to read Now, in the box we'll wait and hide Until his curiosity entices him to look inside
BARREL And then we'll have him One, two, three
LOCK, SHOCK, AND BARREL Kidnap the Sandy Claws, beat him with a stick Lock him up for ninety years, see what makes him tick
Kidnap the Sandy Claws, chop him into bits Mr. Oogie Boogie is sure to get his kicks Kidnap the Sandy Claws, see what we will see Lock him in a cage and then, throw away the key
MAKING CHRISTMAS
CLOWN This time, this time
GROUP Making Christmas
CLOWN Making Christmas
MAYOR Making Christmas, making Christmas Is so fine
GROUP It's ours this time And won't the children be surprised It's ours this time
CHILD CORPSE Making Christmas
MUMMY Making Christmas
MUMMY AND CORPSE CHILD Making Christmas
WITCHES Time to give them something fun
WITCHES AND CREATURE LADY They'll talk about for years to come
GROUP Let's have a cheer from everyone It's time to party
DUCK TOY Making Christmas, making Christmas
VAMPIRES Snakes and mice get wrapped up so nice With spider legs and pretty bows
VAMPIRES AND WINGED DEMON It's ours this time
CORPSE FATHER All together, that and this
CORPSE FATHER, WOLF MAN With all our tricks we're
CORPSE FATHER, WOLF MAN, DEVIL Making Christmastime
WOLF MAN Here comes Jack
JACK I don't believe what's happening to me My hopes, my dreams, my fantasies Hee, hee, hee, hee
HARLEQUIN Won't they be impressed, I am a genius See how I transformed this old rat Into a most delightful hat
JACK Hmm, my compliments from me to you On this your most intriguing hat Consider though this substitute A bat in place of this old rat Huh! No, no, no, now that's all wrong This thing will never make a present It's been dead now for much too long Try something fresher, something pleasant Try again, don't give up
THREE MR. HYDES All together, that and this With all our tricks we're making Christmastime
(Instrumental)
GROUP This time, this time Making Christmas, making Christmas La, la, la It's almost here
GROUP AND WOLF MAN And we can't wait
GROUP AND HARLEOUIN So ring the bells and celebrate
GROUP 'Cause when the full moon starts to climb We'll all sing out
JACK It's Christmastime Hee, hee, hee
OOGIE BOOGIE'S SONG
OOGIE BOOGIE Well, well, well, what have we here? Sandy Claws, huh? Oh, I'm really scared So you're the one everybody's talkin' about, ha, ha
You're jokin', you're jokin' I can't believe my eyes You're jokin' me, you gotta be This can't be the right guy He's ancient, he's ugly I don't know which is worse I might just split a seam now If I don't die laughing first
When Mr. Oogie Boogie says There's trouble close at hand You'd better pay attention now 'Cause I'm the Boogie Man And if you aren't shakin' Then there's something very wrong 'Cause this may be the last time now That you hear the boogie song, ohhh
THREE BATS Ohhh
OOGIE BOOGIE Ohhh
SEVEN LIZARDS Ohhh
OOGIE BOOGIE Ohhh
SEVEN LIZARDS Ohhh, he's the Oogie Boogie Man
OOGIE BOOGIE Well if I'm feelin' antsy And there's nothin' much to do I might just cook a special batch Of snake and spider stew And don't ya know the one thing That would make it work so nice? A roly-poly Sandy Claws to add a little spice
THREE SKELETONS Ohhh
OOGIE BOOGIE Oh, yeah
THREE BATS Ohhh
OOGIE BOOGIE Ohhh
THREE BATS Ohhh
OOGIE BOOGIE AND THREE SKELETONS Oh, yeah, I'm (he's) the Oogie Boogie Man
SANTA Release me now Or you must face the dire consequences The children are expecting me So please, come to your senses
OOGIE BOOGIE You're jokin', you're jokin' I can't believe my ears Would someone shut this fella up I'm drownin' in my tears It's funny, I'm laughing You really are too much And now, with your permission I'm going to do my stuff
SANTA What are you going to do?
OOGIE BOOGIE I'm gonna do the best I can
(Musical interlude)
Oh, the sound of rollin' dice To me is music in the air 'Cause I'm a gamblin' Boogie Man Although I don't play fair
It's much more fun, I must confess When lives are on the line Not mine, of course, but yours, old boy Now that'd be just fine
SANTA Release me fast or you will have to Answer for this heinous act
OOGIE BOOGIE Oh, brother, you're something You put me in a spin You aren't comprehending The position that you're in It's hopeless, you're finished You haven't got a prayer 'Cause I'm Mr. Oogie Boogie And you ain't going nowhere
SALLY'S SONG
I sense there's something in the wind That feels like tragedy's at hand And though I'd like to stand by him Can't shake this feeling that I have The worst is just around the bend
And does he notice my feelings for him? And will he see how much he means to me? I think it's not to be
What will become of my dear friend? Where will his actions lead us then? Although I'd like to join the crowd In their enthusiastic cloud Try as I may, it doesn't last
And will we ever end up together? No, I think not, it's never to become For I am not the one
POOR JACK
What have I done? What have I done? How could I be so blind? All is lost, where was I? Spoiled all, spoiled all Everything's gone all wrong
What have I done? What have I done? Find a deep cave to hide in In a million years they'll find me Only dust and a plaque That reads, 'Here Lies Poor Old Jack"
But I never intended all this madness, never And nobody really understood, how could they? That all I ever wanted was to bring them something great Why does nothing ever turn out like it should?
Well, what the heck, I went and did my best And, by god, I really tasted something swell And for a moment, why, I even touched the sky And at least I left some stories they can tell, I did
And for the first time since I don't remember when I felt just like my old bony self again And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King That's right! I am the Pumpkin King, ha, ha, ha
And I just can't wait until next Halloween 'Cause I've got some new ideas that will really make them scream And, by God, I'm really gonna give it all my might Uh oh, I hope there's still time to set things right Sandy Claws, hmm
FINALE/REPRISE
CHORUS La, la, la, (etc.) Jack's OK, and he's back, OK
CHILD CORPSE AND CHORUS He's all right
MAYOR AND CHORUS Let's shout, make a fuss Scream it out, wheee
CHORUS Jack is back now, everyone sing In our town of Halloween
CHILD CORPSE What's this?
CYCLOPS What's this?
HARLEQUIN DEMON I haven't got a clue
MR. HYDE What's this?
CLOWN Why it's completely new
OFF-SCREEN VOICE What's this?
WOLFMAN Must be a Christmas thing
OFF-SCREEN VOICE What's this?
MAYOR It's really very strange
CHORUS This is Halloween Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
What's this? What's this? (Repeat)
JACK My dearest friend, if you don't mind I'd like to join you by your side Where we can gaze into the stars
JACK AND SALLY And sit together, now and forever For it is plain as anyone can see We're simply meant to be
And finally, everything worked out just fine. Christmas was saved, though there wasn't much time. But after that night, things were never the same-- Each holiday now knew the other one's name.
And though that one Christmas things got out of hand, I'm still rather fond of that skeleton man.
So, many years later I thought I'd drop in, And there was old Jack still looking quite thin, With four or five skeleton children at hand Playing strange little tunes in their xylophone band.
And I asked old Jack, "Do you remember the night When the sky was so dark and the moon shone so bright? When a million small children pretending to sleep Nearly didn't have Christmas at all, so to speak? And would, if you could, turn that mighty clock back, To that long, fateful night. Now, think carefully, Jack. Would you do the whole thing all over again, Knowing what you know now, knowing what you knew then?"
And he smiled, like the old pumpkin king that I knew, Then turned and asked softly of me, "Wouldn't you?"
...Vejam o filme, aprendam com ele. Se existe um clube de fãs (certamente que existe), eu estarei interessado em me inscrever nele! Vejam o filme e percebam este último vídeo. Simplicidade. Brutal!
A coisa foi mais ou menos assim: Morce - Então os Slis...slik...slit-slot vêm cá?... Hugo - Os Slipknot? Achas... Morce - Vêm sim! No Optimus Alive!! Hugo - Achas que sim... Morce - Tou-te a dizer! Hugo - Tás a gozar...onde é que viste isso?!?! Morce - Sei lá, foi no Destak ou que é que foi... (Hugo desmaia e tem um acidente de carro)
Pelos vistos é bem verdade e sou incapaz de esconder a excitação. Os Slipknot regressarão em 2009 para apresentar a sua mais recente obra de arte "All hope is gone", no festival Optimus Alive 09. Resta apenas saber se será dia 9,10 ou 11 de Julho. Outra presença confirmada são os Metallica, mas isso não interessa para nada a partir do momento em que dizem "Slipknot em Portugal". Depois de ter imperdoavelmente perdido o concerto dos Slipknot em 2004, desta vez comprarei o primeiro bilhete a ser emitido. Para além disso, irei também começar já hoje a preparar o concerto, vou poupar a minha voz até Julho, vou preparar a minha bandeira dos Slipknot e vou ouvir todos os cd's três vezes por dia. Sim, Corey...desculpo-te por teres mudado de máscara... Desculpem o fanatismo...aqui têm os dois vídeos mais recentes da melhor banda (a meu ver) de sempre.
Há coisas do caraças! Não estivesse eu a passar uma fase menos positiva da minha desinteressante vida, consegui, em dois dias seguidos, ter duas noites simplesmente espectaculares! Com dois grupos distintos, mas ambas com a sua grande dose de singularidade.
Passei uma semana a dizer ao André “Epá temos de ir passar uma noite a um sítio qualquer fora daqui para fazer o que nos apetecer sem nos preocuparmos com a nossa imagem!” e ele respondia “Claro! Até vem a calhar porque tenho uma amiga que faz anos em Benedita (terra perto de Alcobaça), podemos ir lá na sexta-feira!” Mas como esses planos nunca se chegam a concretizar, nem sequer liguei ao que ele dizia, porque nunca o imaginei (ao André) capaz de ser “rebelde” ao ponto de sair daqui para fora sem dar satisfações a ninguém…mesmo que por uma noite. Mas eu, como bom Hugo Pinto que sou, tinha de insistir na ideia de me divertir fora de portas, e comecei a falar com mais pessoal do “grupo” para irmos à tal santa-terrinha que o André tinha referido. Na noite de quinta, combinámos, mal combinado e sem grandes (ou nenhumas) certezas, que na noite de sexta iríamos de facto a Benedita! Na tarde de sexta-feira, enquanto eu e o André estávamos no trabalho a coçarmo-nos, perguntei-lhe por perguntar “Então, logo à noite vamos embora ou quê?!”. Ele respondeu que sim. Quando sai do trabalho, às seis, falei com o resto do pessoal. Ficou combinado encontrarmo-nos quando o André saísse do trabalho, às 22:00, e íamos para Benedita curtir a noite! Dito e feito! Às 22:30, não sabendo bem o que se estava a passar, estavam dois carros a cruzar estradas desconhecidas em direcção a Benedita! A noite foi algo de difícil de explicar, talvez pela bebedeira, talvez porque os gémeos (André e Ricardo), que tinham ido lá para curtir com duas “chavalas” que conheciam de lá, acabaram por apanhar a desilusão das vidas deles quando vimos as miúdas a curtirem com outros rapazolas, talvez porque apanhámos todos os sustos das nossas vidas ao sermos perseguidos por dois “homenzinhos” que nos tinham abordado no bar a que fomos. Não faço ideia! Só me lembro da imagem de eu e o André a pormo-nos no meio de um grupo a dançarmos sabemos lá bem como…genial! Essa noite é um episódio que ficará guardado na minha mente durante muitos anos. E alguns vídeos estarão brevemente disponíveis neste blog, obviamente. A eles, André, Ricardo, Sérgio, Nunos e Vasco!
A noite de sábado também foi algo de muito bom, menos “louca”, mas muito agradável! Um jantar em casa da Gamito. Convidados de honra: Hugo, o Pinto; Cláudio; Victor e Luís! O bacalhau gratinado extremamente delicioso, as conversas mais cómicas e as piadas mais geniais, o Trivial Pursuit mais rápido de sempre, com o Victor a limpar tudo em duas jogadas e o Hugo, o Pinto, a ficar em último lugar sem nenhum queijinho. O jogo de mímica, com Hugo mais uma vez a ser a figura do jogo pela negativa por não conseguir fazer a sua equipa adivinhar uma única representação, tendo ele (Hugo, o Pinto…ou melhor, eu) amuado e desistido do jogo. Depois das pipocas feitas, o momento pávido e sereno da noite. Cresço sempre a ouvir aqueles dois falarem…Luís e Victor…grande parelha! A Gamito obviamente que mandava os seus “bitaites”, uns mais sérios que outros, e o silêncio desconfortável do Cláudio…que depois também “levou nas orelhas”. A noite acabou com histórias de alguns momentos embaraçosos da infância da Gamito, contadas pela própria mãe! Enfim, a eles, Gamito, Cláudio, Victor e Luís!
Existem noites para serem guardadas na memória. Estas foram duas delas!
