Bye Bye Bush Party ...
Segue esta Festa ...!
And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course,
each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way
Yes, there were times,
I’m sure you know
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all
and I stood tall
and did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, My share of losing
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
"Oh, no, oh, no, not me,
I did it my way"
For what is a man,
what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
and not the words of one who kneels
The record shows
I took the blows and did it my way
Texto retirado d´A Colher do Próximo
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course,
each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way
Yes, there were times,
I’m sure you know
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all
and I stood tall
and did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, My share of losing
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
"Oh, no, oh, no, not me,
I did it my way"
For what is a man,
what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
and not the words of one who kneels
The record shows
I took the blows and did it my way
Texto retirado d´A Colher do Próximo
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Game over. Resta esperar que o novo inquilino tenha a arte de se desviar dos tacos de baseball, a paciência de esperar pelo momento certo, a coerência entre acção e discurso e sobretudo, a vontade de fazer tudo isto. Will see.
Pois é.... hoje estamos a festejar, amanhã não sabemos!
Pior que este é capaz de ser dificil de arranjar, mas a ver vamos o que nos reserva o futuro.
Bye Bye Bush ;)
Dos americanos esperamos tudo! Este vai e dá lugar a uma lufada de renovação. Mas será por muito tempo?
Aguardemos...
Bjt
Oxalá que todo este capital de esperança venha a render largos dividensos.
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