AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Sempre que estou mal disposto. Que café não passa de carioca. Que o comboio se atrasa. Que os putos não páram de correr rir e chorar ao mesmo tempo...durante toda a viagem.

Suspiro. Fecho os olhos. Ligo o denver e oiço:

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania! Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado! Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California! But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee! Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

e estou pronto para o dia.


PS - Têm de ouvir Wraygunn - Soul city, discurso de Martin Luther King.