May 26, 2008

desafio #1

Já há algum tempo que estou em dívida para com dois companheiros de lides bloguistas, e como não gosto de deixar pendências antes de partir em viagem, aproveito este momento de choco proporcionado pelo Rhinovírus, inimigo de longa data que insiste em atacar nas vésperas das partidas para destinos mais ou menos longínquos, para pôr os meus assuntos em dia.

Assim, o primeiro desafio da noite, e também o mais recente, foi-me feito pelo estimado Magoonífico, do Magoonífico Blog, e consiste em "escolher um disco, um livro e um filme, cada escolha com uma versão nacional e estrangeira".
Devo admitir que foi difícil, mas estas foram as opções que imediatamente me vieram à memória. Refira-se ainda que, como criatura extremamente volúvel que sou, estas escolhas são fruto do momento, mas, ainda assim, bastante intemporais.

Discos
José Afonso - "Cantigas do Maio"

"Eu fui ver a minha amada
Lá prós baixos dum jardim
Dei-lhe uma rosa encarnada
Para se lembrar de mim

Eu fui ver o meu benzinho
Lá prós lados dum passal
Dei-lhe o meu lenço de linho
Que é do mais fino bragal

Eu fui ver uma donzela
Numa barquinha a dormir
Dei-lhe uma colcha de seda
Para nela se cobrir

Eu fui ver uma solteira
Numa salinha a fiar
Dei-lhe uma rosa vermelha
Para de mim se escantar

Eu fui ver a minha amada
Lá nos campos eu fui ver
Dei-lhe uma rosa encarnada
Para de mim se prender

Verdes prados, verdes campos
Onde está minha paixão?
As andorinhas não param
Umas voltam outras não

Minha mãe quando eu morrer
Ai chore por quem muito amargou
Para então dizer ao mundo
Ai Deus mo deu Ai Deus mo levou"
("Cantigas do Maio")

Fugazi - "In On the Kill Taker"

"Smallpox champion U S of A
Give natives some blankets warm like the grave
This is the pattern cut from the cloth
This is the pattern designed to take you right out

This is the frontier with winter's so cold
Greed informs action where action makes bold
To take all the cotton that's cut from the stalk
Weave in the disease that's gonna wipe you right out

What is good for the future
What was good for the past - won't last

Bury your heart U S of A
History rears up to spit in your face
You saw what you wanted you took what you saw
We know how you got it - your method equals wipe out

The end of the frontier and all that you own
Under the blankets of all that you've done
Memory serves us to serve you yet
Memory serves us to never let you wipe out

Cha-cha-cha-champion you'll get yours
Wipe out"
("Smallpox Champion")

Livros
"Aparição", de Vergílio Ferreira

"Mas no outro dia, assim que me levantei, coloquei-me no sítio donde me vira ao espelho e olhei. Diante de mim estava uma pessoa que me fitava com uma inteira individualidade que vivesse em mim e eu ignorava. Aproximei-me, fascinado, olhei de perto. E vi, vi os olhos, a face desse alguém que me habitava, que me era e eu jamais imaginara. Pela primeira vez eu tinha o alarme dessa viva realidade que era eu, desse ser vivo que até então vivera comigo na absoluta indiferença de apenas ser e em que agora descobria qualquer coisa mais, que me excedia e me metia medo. Quantas vezes mais tarde eu repetiria a experiência no desejo de fixar essa aparição fulminante de mim a mim próprio, essa entidade misteriosa que eu era e agora absolutamente se me anunciava."

"Girlfriend in a Coma", de Douglas Coupland

"You’ll soon be seeing us walking down your street, our backs held proud, our eyes dilated with truth and power. We might look like you, but you should know better. We’ll draw our line in the sand and force the world to cross our line. Every cell in our body explodes with the truth. We will be kneeling in front of the Safeway, atop out-of-date textbooks whose pages we have chewed out. We’ll be begging passersby to see the need to question and question and question and never stop questioning until the world stops spinning. We’ll be adults who smash the tired, exhausted system. We’ll crawl and chew and dig our way into a radical new world. We will change minds and souls from stone and plastic into linen and gold—that’s what I believe. That’s what I know."

Filmes
"Alice", de Marco Martins



"25th Hour", de Spike Lee

"We'll drive. Keep driving. Head out to the middle of nowhere, take that road as far as it takes us. You've never been west of Philly, have ya? This is a beautiful country Monty, it's beautiful out there, like a different world. Mountains, hills, cows, farms, and white churches. I drove out west with your mother one time, before you was born. Brooklyn to the Pacific in three days. Just enough money for gas, sandwiches, and coffee, but we made it. Every man, woman, and child alive should see the desert one time before they die. Nothin' at all for miles around. Nothin' but sand and rocks and cactus and blue sky. Not a soul in sight. No sirens. No car alarms. Nobody honkin' at'cha. No madmen cursin' or pissin' in the streets. You find the silence out there, you find the peace. You can find God. So we drive west, keep driving till we find a nice little town. These towns out in the desert, you know why they got there? People wanted to get way from somewhere else. The desert's for startin' over. Find a bar and I'll buy us drinks. I haven't had a drink in two years, but I'll have one with you, one last whiskey with my boy. Take our time with it, taste the barley, let it linger. And then I'll go. I'll tell you don't ever write me, don't ever visit, I'll tell you I believe in God's kingdom and I'll see you and your mother again, but not in this lifetime. You'll get a job somewhere, a job that pays cash, a boss who doesn't ask questions, and you make a new life and you never come back. Monty, people like you, it's a gift, you'll make friends wherever you go. You're going to work hard, you're going to keep your head down and your mouth shut. You're going to make yourself a new home out there. You're a New Yorker, that won't ever change. You got New York in your bones. Spend the rest of your life out west but you're still a New Yorker. You'll miss your friends, you'll miss your dog, but you're strong. You got your mother backbone in you, you're strong like she was. You find the right people, and you get yourself papers, a drivers license. You forget your old life, you can't come back, you can't call, you can't write. You never look back. You make a new life for yourself and you live it, you hear me? You live your live the way it should have been. But maybe, this is dangerous, but maybe after a few years you send word to Naturelle. You get yourself a new family and you raise them right, you hear me? Give them a good life Monty. Give them what they need. You have a son, maybe you name him James, it's a good strong name, and maybe one day years from now years after I'm dead and gone reunited with your dear ma, you gather your whole family around and tell them the truth, who you are, where you come from, you tell them the whole story. Then you ask them if they know how lucky there are to be there. It all came so close to never happening. This life came so close to never happening."