Agora que estamos num novo ano, aqui ao abade apeteceu-lhe criar uma nova rubrica aqui no pasquim.
Estava aqui há dias a comer um belo de um bacalhau à lagareiro bem carregadinho de azeite, como manda a receita, quando ao olhar para aquele petisco bem ensopadinho, dei comigo a pensar que azeite, azeite, azeite purissimo, daquele de gema, da raiz, eram mesmo os anos 80.
Lembrei-me dos meus frondosos anos em que dedicava aos estudos das sagradas escrituras e dos canones teleologicos e em que ao mesmo tempo, nas horitas de descanso, lá ia deixando crescer um imponente "mullet" (pra quem não sabe é deixar crescer o cabelo atras, com uma mão de altura em cima, e rapado dos lados, assim tipo Jon Bovi mas sem ir á cabeleireira da mulher!!) ao mesmo tempo que ia ouvindo umas modas valentes no radio ás escondidas, ia vendo na tv a samantha fox e a sabrina salerno (que carnes, valha-nos o santissimo) e ia cuscando umas revistas e uns videos malandros que os meus primos evaristo e anastácio me iam trazendo ás escondidas.
Belos tempos esses....aquilo é que era azeite....uma verdadeira maquina de fazer azeite....
Assim pra recordar esses fabulosos anos, de volta e meia aqui vão ficando uns resquicios da memória.
E pra começar, nada melhor que esta grande perfomance daquele que, pode-se dizer, foi "barack obama" da world music....até decidir ficar branco e cair em desgraça....
E já agora fica também a mensagem:
From a movie scene
I said: Don't mind, but what do you mean
I am the one
Gonna dance on the floor in the round
She said I am the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round
She told me her name was Billie Jean
As she caused a scene
Then every head turned with eyes
That dreamed of being the one
Gonna dance on the floor in the round
People always told me be careful of what you do
Don't go around breaking young girl's hearts
And mother always told me
Be careful of who you love
Be careful of what you do
'Cause the lie becomes the truth
Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
For forty days and forty nights
The law was on her side
But who can stand when she's in demand
Her schemes and plans
Gonna dance on the floor in the round
So take my strong advice,
Just remember to always think twice
(Do think twice)
She told my baby that’s a threat
As she looked at me
Then showed a photo of a baby cries
Eyes would like mine
Gonna dance on the floor in the round, baby
People always told me be careful of what you do
And don't go around breaking young girl's hearts
She came and stood right by me
Then the smell of sweet perfume
This happened much too soon
She called me to her room
Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one
Bbut the kid is not my son
She says I am the one
But the kid is not my son
Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one
She says he is my son
She says I am the one
Billie Jean is not my lover ...
Michael Jackson in Thriller, 1982
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