Eu andava tranqüilamente pelo campus do Pici semana passada, quando avistei um jovem jumento coçando o pescoço num tronco. Comovido com a cena promovida pela fauna local, me aproximei do espécime para falar com o belo bichinho. Eis, então, que o puto do Abelardo fotografa tudo. E o safado do Fernando colocou as fotos no … Continue reading

Mr Scarecrow (Herbert Vianna) Hey, Mr Scarecrow You can't close your eyes Can't fold your arms You're always standing still Watching days pass by Hey Mr Scarecrow In this never-changing view Of these ever-changing fields It wouldn't seem unreal to see you cry To see you cry But maybe it was just the morning dew … Continue reading