Vinhos
- Mudhoney — Superfuzz Bigmuff + Early Singles
Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more, mama found her draped over the toilet bowl. Oooh! Mama said, "child, what you done? Wake up and greet the midday sun!" Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more, mama's little pills spilled all over the floor,...
- Pere Ubu — Worlds In Collision
Entre coisas de beber, uma de ouvir. Outro velho favorito meu. O álbum chama-se Worlds in Collision; a banda, Pere Ubu. Fica a faixa de abertura. And now that I only know what I used to know it's like I live in a ghost tale / Catherine! There's...
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Par didn't mean to fall in love with Theorem. It was an accident, and he couldn't have picked a worse girl to fall for. For starters, she lived in Switzerland. She was 23 and he was only seventeen. She also happened to be in a relationship —...
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It was a simple question. "Can you remember the last day you didn't have a drink?" Laura asked in her calm, soothing voice. She wasn't threatening or nagging. She did expect an answer. My wife is the kind of person who picks her moments. This...
- The Wild Flower's Song
As I wander'd the forest, The green leaves among, I heard a Wild Flower Singing a song. "I slept in the earth In the silent night, I murmur'd my fears And I felt delight. In the morning I went, As rosy as morn, To seek for new joy; But I met...
Vinhos
Green Tea
"Well, he was writing a book, as you say; I'm not quite sure what it was about, but only that it was nothing that I cared for; very likely you are right, and he certainly did stop — yes."
"And although he only drank a little coffee here tonight, he likes tea, at least, did like it extravagantly."
"Yes, that's quite true."
"He drank green tea, a good deal, didn't he?" I pursued.
"Well, that's very odd! Green tea was a subject on which we used almost to quarrel."
"But he has quite given that up," said I. "So he has."
"And, now, one more fact. His mother or his father, did you know them?"
"Yes, both; his father is only ten years dead, and their place is near Dawlbridge. We knew them very well", she answered.
"Well, either his mother or his father — I should rather think his father, saw a ghost," said I.
"Well, you really are a conjurer, Dr. Hesselius."
"Conjurer or no, haven't I said right?" I answered merrily.
"You certainly have, and it was his father: he was a silent, whimsical man, and he used to bore my father about his dreams, and at last he told him a story about a ghost he had seen and talked with, and a very odd story it was. I remember it particularly, because I was so afraid of him. This story was long before he died — when I was quite a child — and his ways were so silent and moping, and he used to drop in sometimes, in the dusk, when I was alone in the drawing room, and I used to fancy there were ghosts about him."
I smiled and nodded.
"And now, having established my character as a conjurer, I think I must say good night!" said I.
"But how did you find it out?"
"By the planets, of course, as the gypsies do", I answered, and so, gaily we said good night.
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Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, In a Glass Darkly, 1872. Lembro-me de passar longas noites com estas histórias, haxixe e um jarro de chá, nem vivalma por muito tempo, ninguém à espera, nada que fazer no dia seguinte. Citação propositadamente insulsa de um bom livro, enfim.
"And although he only drank a little coffee here tonight, he likes tea, at least, did like it extravagantly."
"Yes, that's quite true."
"He drank green tea, a good deal, didn't he?" I pursued.
"Well, that's very odd! Green tea was a subject on which we used almost to quarrel."
"But he has quite given that up," said I. "So he has."
"And, now, one more fact. His mother or his father, did you know them?"
"Yes, both; his father is only ten years dead, and their place is near Dawlbridge. We knew them very well", she answered.
"Well, either his mother or his father — I should rather think his father, saw a ghost," said I.
"Well, you really are a conjurer, Dr. Hesselius."
"Conjurer or no, haven't I said right?" I answered merrily.
"You certainly have, and it was his father: he was a silent, whimsical man, and he used to bore my father about his dreams, and at last he told him a story about a ghost he had seen and talked with, and a very odd story it was. I remember it particularly, because I was so afraid of him. This story was long before he died — when I was quite a child — and his ways were so silent and moping, and he used to drop in sometimes, in the dusk, when I was alone in the drawing room, and I used to fancy there were ghosts about him."
I smiled and nodded.
"And now, having established my character as a conjurer, I think I must say good night!" said I.
"But how did you find it out?"
"By the planets, of course, as the gypsies do", I answered, and so, gaily we said good night.
>>
Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, In a Glass Darkly, 1872. Lembro-me de passar longas noites com estas histórias, haxixe e um jarro de chá, nem vivalma por muito tempo, ninguém à espera, nada que fazer no dia seguinte. Citação propositadamente insulsa de um bom livro, enfim.
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- Mudhoney — Superfuzz Bigmuff + Early Singles
Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more, mama found her draped over the toilet bowl. Oooh! Mama said, "child, what you done? Wake up and greet the midday sun!" Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more, mama's little pills spilled all over the floor,...
- Pere Ubu — Worlds In Collision
Entre coisas de beber, uma de ouvir. Outro velho favorito meu. O álbum chama-se Worlds in Collision; a banda, Pere Ubu. Fica a faixa de abertura. And now that I only know what I used to know it's like I live in a ghost tale / Catherine! There's...
-
Par didn't mean to fall in love with Theorem. It was an accident, and he couldn't have picked a worse girl to fall for. For starters, she lived in Switzerland. She was 23 and he was only seventeen. She also happened to be in a relationship —...
-
It was a simple question. "Can you remember the last day you didn't have a drink?" Laura asked in her calm, soothing voice. She wasn't threatening or nagging. She did expect an answer. My wife is the kind of person who picks her moments. This...
- The Wild Flower's Song
As I wander'd the forest, The green leaves among, I heard a Wild Flower Singing a song. "I slept in the earth In the silent night, I murmur'd my fears And I felt delight. In the morning I went, As rosy as morn, To seek for new joy; But I met...