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...yesssssssss... ;)))

P’ra rir…ou sorrir…063

Pérolas 154

Queen - ''Bohemian Rhapsody´´ 

(Live at Wembley Stadium, Saturday 12 July 1986 - short version)

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality

Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me
To me...

Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away

Mama!
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on
As if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody
I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind
And face the truth

Mama!
(Anyway the wind blows)
I don't wanna die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche! Scaramouche!
Will you do the fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning
Very, very frightening me!
Galileo! Galileo!
Galileo! Galileo!
Galileo, Figaro!
Magnifico!

I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life, from this monstrosity

Easy come, easy go
Will you let me go?

Bismillah!
No, we will not let you go!
(Let him go!)
Bismillah!
We will not let you go!
(Let him go!)
Bismillah!
We will not let you go!
(Let me go!)
Will not let you go!
(Let me go!)
Never, never let you go!
Never let me go!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Oh, mamma mia, mamma mia!
Mamma mia, let me go!
Beelzebub, has a devil put aside for me!
For me!
For me!

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh, baby!
Can't do this to me, baby!
Just gotta get out
Just gotta get right outta here!

Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!

Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me

Anyway the wind blows...

In “Bohemian Rhapsody” – Queen

P’ra rir…ou sorrir…062 (...papagaio azul e branco...strikes again...)

...e este otário continua a ser gozado à grande...até dói...rsrsrs

"o campion boltoue, o campion boltoue, o campion boltoue...uoue...uouououe...a b c..."

"...bruxaria (na Luz)...inbestigue-se..."

(...talento de Alfredo Brito..."cumps" e "abc" pra ti, companheiro...)

...recordar 2016 (um ano depois)...

Éder, remate fatal…

(como se o espírito de Eusébio tivesse encarnado em si)

Rui Patrício, gigante...

Primeiro momento crucial do jogo: tentativa de "assassinato" de Payet a Cristiano Ronaldo; o português saí lesionado; "les frogs" ficam ainda mais convencidos que a final são "favas contadas" e os jogadores portugueses unem-se mais ainda, começam a "jogar à bola" e dão uma lição de táctica, querer, persistência e humildade ao chauvinismo francês...

Golo de Éder visto de uma perspectiva diferente - Portugal x France - Euro 2016

(soundtrack - Carlos Paredes)

O golo do nosso contentamento

Há um sorriso a correr pelo enorme relvado do Stade de France, em Paris, quando a noite começou a substituir o dia, a 10 de Julho de 2016. Instantes antes, o dono do mais belo sorriso do futebol português desferira um remate que, enroladinho o mais que pôde, foi entrar junto ao poste direito da baliza de Lloris.

Aquele sorriso esbranquiçado, do mais branco que já se vira, correu direitinho para o banco de suplentes para que, enfim, pudesse ser abraçado pelos restantes 22 companheiros. Era como se fosse cada um dos mais de 10 milhões de portugueses a abraçar Éder naquele microsegundo. É e será sempre o mais fabuloso e inesquecível golo do futebol português.

In A Bola on-line, 10-07-2017

Fernando Santos, a nossa fé, mas muito mais a dele...

...o caneco europeu (...finalmente...)

O golo de Éder narrado nas rádios (...pura loucura...)

Pérolas 153

Break me down, break me down
Make It Easy On Yourself
Break me down, break me down
Or I'll never fall in love

Let´s dance together, on a stormy weather
Skin to skin, on a stormy weather

They were saying on tv, love is... In The Little Things 

Love is a strange thing

Take me down, Take medown
with your black trouble-dress
Let´s drink some wine
without regrets

Let me take you through my town, 
Let me read you all my books
let me take you up and down 
let me show you all the roofs

They were saying on tv, love is... In The Little Things 

So why don´t you stay close to me?
Right here, this close to me

Love is a strange thing

In “Love is a strange thing” – The Happy Mess