sábado, 23 de fevereiro de 2008

Land of the free and the home of the brave...


Hey cambada, tudo rijo? Eu cá estou, chupado como sempre.

Tenho postado pouco porque ando ocupado. É que ando a preparar a minha viagem aos Estados Unidos da América, onde vive o meu irmão Lucílio, que há sete anos não vejo.

Vou fazer estes quilómetros todos para lhe dar um abraço e de caminho conhecer esse grande país.

Entretanto, o meu neto Elídio tem muitas postas para vós, mas ele tem andado abatido...

Acho que houve problemas lá com a gaja dele ou o caralho, o gajo anda todo torcido, fechado no quarto com incenso aceso e músicas tristes. Enfim, quem o manda andar atrás do Amor quando no fundo tudo se resume a mais ou menos cona?

Aqui fica um abraço, volto dentro de duas semanas...

Entretanto cá fica o Rijo e as minhas postas, por isso vão visitando este espaço e comentando com força!

Fodam e satisfaçam-se,
Grosso de Malho.

2 comentários:

Unknown disse...

O! say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

O! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

António de Ramalho Rijo disse...

foda-se ó amigo..fale lá em português.. ou Grego s quiser..