Angels in America

Esta, para mim, a melhor fala do Belize (brilhantemente interpertado por Jeffrey Wright) na mini-série Angels in America.

- What's it like? After?
- After...?
- This misery ends?
- Hell or heaven?
- Like San Francisco.
- A city. Good. I was worried... it'd be a garden. I hate that shit.
- Mmmm. Big city. Overgrown with weeds, but flowering weeds. On every corner a wrecking crew and something new and crooked going up catty corner to that. Windows missing in every edifice like broken teeth, fierce gusts of gritty wind, and a grey high sky full of ravens.
- Isaiah.
- Prophet birds. Piles of trash, but lapidary like rubies and obsidian, and diamond-colored cowspit streamers in the wind. And voting booths.
- And a dragon atop a golden horde.
- And everyone in Balencia gowns with red corsages, and big dance palaces full of music and lights and racial impurity and gender confusion. And all the deities are creole, mulatto, brown as the mouths of rivers. Race, taste and history finally overcome. And you ain't there.
- And Heaven?
- That was Heaven…

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É caso pra dizer... MIIIAUU!
:D

What?!

I don't understand. I swear I DON'T UNDERSTAND it!

Plutão

Afinal o Nate tinha razão ;)

A questão é: como é que ele sabia isto em 2001?

The Show Must Go On

Esta é em honra de 4 pessoas muito porreiras ;P
Passo a citá-las: "o chauffeur, a cubanita, a ídola and last but not least a popopoderosa".


Empty spaces - what are we living for
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score
On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for...
Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore
The show must go on,
The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on.
Whatever happens, Ill leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance
On and on, does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess Im learning, I must be warmer now
Ill soon be turning, round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark Im aching to be free
The show must go on
The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly - my friends
The show must go on
The show must go on
Ill face it with a grin
Im never giving in
On - with the show -
Ill top the bill, Ill overkill
I have to find the will to carry on
On with the -
On with the show -
The show must go on...

Queen

Thanks ;)
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