Beyoncé

Em casa. Esperando com a Didi falando das gafes da diva.
– gente, pra que?
Começa. Palco lindo, telão lindo, estética linda, e ela – lindíssima, de branco com penduricalhos perolados e carão. Começa aquela dança que, MEODEOS, só Beyoncé faz. Diva. Linda. As bee batendo cabelo lá na frente.
Daí já entra um clipe. Pô, deu uma quebrada, hein? serio que ela já tá trocando de roupa? Sim. Chega linda toda de preto. 2 musicas. Outro clipe. Outra troca. Acho over.
Essas trocas muito freqüentes quebram muito o clima. Mas da tempo de alongar pra continuar dançando sem avarias, ha!

Curtiu? achou lindo? agradeçam à mamãe Madonna, hshshs!

Polêmicas à parte, amanhã tô lá. Muse ❤

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E lá vem ela

Dia feliz de muito trabalho e ótimas perspectivas. Voltando pra casa: uma mini baguncinha mental, leve enjôo, um cheiro estranho. Putz. Não é possível. Ligo o som, minha banda favorita me soa confusa. Cruzo com quatro ou nove viaturas da PM, essas malditas luzes nunca foram tão irritantemente brilhantes.

É ela. Dona enxaqueca 🙁

Amanhã mais àgua. Hoje Sumax e descanso. Antes que a dor venha.

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Na Brasília de 2013, seguir as placas de trânsito pode ser uma bela armadilha. As vias vão-se abaixo, as placas continuam de pé.
Eu quase dei com o carro em mini abismos. 3 vezes. Augusto que o diga! E entrei em ruas sem retorno me atrasando a vida 2x.
Pois bem, se não posso confiar nas placas, devo ignorá-las ou fazer o inverso?
Deseducação nível Pro 🙂

Pale blue dot

Repostando aqui porque o Facebook vai engolir meu post 🙂

Inspiração do dia ❤

From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest. But for us, it’s different. Consider again that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known, so far, to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment, the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

—Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space, 1997 reprint, pp. xv–xvi

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