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«So you want to be a Rock n’Roll star,
Well listen now to what I say;
Just get an electric guitar
And take some time to learn how to play.
Just learn how to play…»

Medidas

São minutos a mais. Muito mais do que o desejável. Quando o que apetece é correr, encurtar o tempo a passos amplos, forjando espaço em pretextos decalcados. São horas a mais. E os cálculos maquinados não subtraem em lampejos, sequer quadrículas, a vontade de o dizer assim. São medidas a mais. Convenções que separam, desaconselham a imprudência fraca e tépida de o fazer. Dias... E no final serão dias, sem ganhar, sem perder, mentindo sempre pelos demais que lhes hão-de seguir. “Não tinha que ser”, dirão penitências; mas “Podia ter sido” ler-se-á a tracejado em cada metro de distância equacionada que havia a percorrer.

Smiling in the Bright Lights

«I was down at the New Amsterdam,

Staring at this yellow-haired girl;
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer;
She dances while his father plays guitar, She's suddenly beautiful.
We all want something beautiful…I wish I was beautiful…
So come dance this silence down through the morning…
Cut Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances,
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones.
Believe in me, help me believe in anything.
I want to be someone who believes.
Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales,
Stare at the beautiful women;
"She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."
Smiling in the bright lights, coming through in stereo,
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely.

I will paint my picture,
Paint myself in blue and red and black and grey;
All of the beautiful colours are very very meaningful.
Grey is my favourite colour, I felt so symbolic yesterday,
If I knew Picasso, I would buy myself a grey guitar and play.
Mr. Jones and me look into the future,
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you.
Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me."
Standing in the spotlight, I bought myself a grey guitar;
When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely.

I want to be a lion; Everybody wants to pass as cats;
We all want to be big big stars, but we got different reasons for that.
Believe in me because I don't believe in anything,
and I want to be someone to believe.
Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio,
Yeah we stare at the beautiful women;
"She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be somebody for me."

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I want to be Bob Dylan;

Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky.
When everybody loves you, son, that's just about as funky as you can be.
Mr. Jones and me staring at the video,
When I look at the television, I want to see me staring right back at me.
We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why and we don't know how,
But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just about as happy as can be.
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars…»

Mr. Jones - Counting Crows (August and Everything After)