quinta-feira, julho 13, 2006

Avante Camarada ...



Todas as correntes politicas, tem os seus seguidores, e todos nos ja' tivemos na nossa juventude algum gosto pelas mais exoticas, no meu caso anarquia. Pronto era um miudo rebelde e achava que ninguem devia mandar em mim. Eu sempre achei estranho aqueles gajos que aos quinze anos tinham a cabecinha no lugar, e queriam pertencer a grupos Sociais Democratas (dou o desconto aos rapazes que queriam conhecer betinhas). Por ideais, acho estranho, acho que se aos quinze anos fores simpatizante de um partido social democracia, ja' mais vais a algum lado na politica. Se alguem quer ir longe na politica e começar cedo aconselho uma organização comunista, quer se queira ser comunista de carreira ou não, eu acredito sinceramente que debaixo de cada grande politico ha' um comuna da pior especie, quer seja de extrema direita, ou de extrema esquerda. Por isso acho de forma clara que se ainda ha politicos minimamente honestos e que acreditam no que fazem, são sem duvidas aqueles sacanas vermelhos. Avante Camaradas ...

quinta-feira, julho 06, 2006

Passado e .... Nostalgia

Hoje enquanto ouvia uma musica (Sandi Thom, I wish i was a punk rock girl), deparo-me com aquela sensação que todos temos de tempos a tempos, que antigamente era tudo mais simples. Pois espero que quem me lê ja' tenha tido o mesmo sentimento, pois agora que sou pai apercebo-me que esse sentimento advinha da protecção, que os nossos pais nos aplicavam, e que nos dava esse sentimento, nem os politicos eram menos corruptos, nem o crime era menor, nem a vida era mais facil. Apenas diferente com as mesmas dificuldades.
Em relação a' musica a cantora tem alguma razão, em relação a algumas coisas que mudaram, e que penso que nunca voltaram a ser, apesar de serem coisas que tinha-mos como boas, e nos temos a obrigação como adultos recem chegados ao clube, de passar para a nova geração o espirito e o sentimento, que quando chegar a vez deles de olhar para tras, que o melhor de todos os tempos foi aquele em que correu a sua juventude.
Para ja' deixo-vos a letra da musica que deu origem a este post:

I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When the head of state didn’t play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and radio was king,
When accountants didn’t have control
And the media couldn’t buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn’t know everything

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When popstars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Save the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teen
and anarchy was still a dream
and the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When record shops were on top
and vinyl was all that they stocked
and the super info highway was still drifting out in space
kids were wearing hand me downs,
and playing games meant kick arounds
and footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair


Sandi Thom