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10:53 (JPP)

EARLY MORNING BLOGS 53

Bom retorno do Socio[B]logue , boas leituras no Almocreve das Petas, o mais regular dos blogues nocturnos, com um retrato fabuloso de Aquilino por Cardoso Pires.

Um dia, conto o meu encontro, na província profunda, com um padre saído vivo dos livros de Aquilino, e das refeições que comemos juntos (lá não havia capões, os dois capões que me recordo de Aquilino contar que constituíam um pequeno almoço paroquial, mas havia bola de carne, trutas genuínas, carne assada com batatas, onde a carne é carne e as batatas são batatas – tanta gente que nunca comeu uma batata verdadeira! -, mais do que um doce, café e aguardente), e de como ele me contava que enganava as mulheres da serra, dizendo “Vade retro mulieris” em vez de “Vade retro Satanás”, quando elas lhe pediam para benzer o gado…

EARLY MORNING SONGS: Da verdadeira antologia matinal que me enviou José Manuel Figueiredo, escolho três clássicos:

Good Morning Blues (Ella Fitzgerald)

"Good morning blues, blues how do you do
Good morning blues, blues how do you do
Babe, I feel alright but I come to worry you

Baby, it's Christmas time and I wanna see Santa Claus
Baby, it's Christmas time and I wanna see Santa Claus
Don't show me my pretty baby, I'll break all of the laws

Santa Claus, Santa Claus, listen to my plea
Santa Claus, Santa Claus, listen to my plea
Don't send me nothing for Christmas but my baby back to me"

Mary In The Morning (Elvis Presley)

"Nothing's quite as pretty as Mary in the morning
When through the sleepy haze I see her lying there
Soft as the rain that falls on summerflowers
Warm as the sunlight shining on her head

When I awake and see her there so close beside me
I want to take her in my arms,
The ache is there so deep inside me

Nothing's quite as pretty as Mary in the morning
Chasing the rainbow in her dreams so far away
And when she turns to touch me I kiss her fingers so softly
And then my Mary wake to love and love again

And Mary's there in summer days or stormy weather
She doesn't care how right or wrong the love we share,
We share together

Nothing's quite as pretty as Mary in the evening
Kissed by the shade of night and starlight in her hair
And as we walk, I hold her close beside me
All our tomorrows for a lifetime we will share"

Good Morning Good Morning (Beatles)

Nothing to do to save his life call his wife in
Nothing to say but what a day how's your boy been
Nothing to do it's up to you
I've got nothing to say but it's O.K.
Good morning, good morning...

Going to work don't want to go feeling low down
Heading for home you start to roam then you're in town
Everybody knows there's nothing doing
Everything is closed it's like a ruin
Everyone you see is half asleep.
And you're on your own you're in the street
Good morning, good morning...

After a while you start to smile now you feel cool.
Then you decide to take a walk by the old school.
Nothing has changed it's still the same
I've got nothing to say but it's O.K.
Good morning, good morning...

People running round it's five o'clock.
Everywhere in town is getting dark.
Everyone you see is full of life.
It's time for tea and meet the wife.
Somebody needs to know the time, glad that I'm here.
Watching the skirts you start to flirt now you're in gear.
Go to a show you hope she goes.
I've got nothing to say but it's O.K.
Good morning, good morning..."

Bom dia.