Friday, 22 April 2022
Saturday, 12 June 2021
Chronicle of The City
ICE CREAM IS GRACEFUL WHEN IT MELTS
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Melt it down (you're gonna have to eventually, anyway) - I, recommend getting your heart trampled on to anyone, yeah . |
You women do that. Go
to the beauty salon, buy fashion magazines. Put on make-up and wax yourselves. Fix
your hair and get well dressed. For what? To find a wild guy who messes you up
and gives you what you want: emotion.
Nothing better than to
be attracted by someone that gives you a breath of fresh air and makes you feel
the lady from the movie. You like that guy who makes fun of your blondness. You
complain about him, calling him a crook and a thug, but he's the best part of
your life. The bad boy doesn't necessarily like a woman who wears little cloth
and a fringed jacket. He likes a demure girl who has a rich father and a glass
heart. As soon as he gets the chance, he'll break everything in half and leave,
just like that, without much explanation. So you will find a silly muggle man
who will support you full time, you will get married and spend your whole life
complaining about the boredom, monotony or stress of having children with a prick
who works at NatWest.
Bad boys never go back
to the crime scene. In real life they are out there, infiltrated. Covered with
some leather pieces, just like the movies. In real life you will feel them
through kisses that take your breath away. Or if they are a little obvious,
they will give clues of themselves with the roaring engines of their poisoned
cars. And they make you taste this poison it was the sweetest slice of cake.
And you tidy way of living will awaken
his appetite for destruction. The heads of these guys work with the following
logic: ice cream is funny only when it melts, fire is only cool if everything
burns completely.
They will delight you
with borderline moments so, afterwards,
you will love to remember them and talk about them with your friends. You would
like to break some rules and never have a script with him. And it makes you
feel younger, dear woman: it turns you into the schoolgirl who folded her skirt
to get the attention of the boys, and that gave you the pleasure to taste the
forbidden, as well as smoking out of sight and pretending that you went to
class. It is not dangerous to relate to a bad boy. It is really dangerous,
though, not knowing in which compartment of your heart-shaped box you will put
him.
Written bt Gabriel Colombo.
All Rights reserved to the Author.
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Sunday, 6 June 2021
Book Review : MICK
HIS SATAN MAJESTY
by Gabriel Colombo
Stole many an man´s soul and faith
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Photo: Divulgation |
As an ultrademon, he
enjoyed and enjoys his existence and everything is fine. That is how I define
Mick Jagger, after having squinted at the pages of his unauthorized biography.
Facts like the Rolling Stone having experienced London in the 70s, between
orgies, high society parties, casual relationships, magic powders, syringes for
breakfast e otras cositas más − that are part of a rock n' roll star’s lifestyle
− do not shock or amaze me. It’s expected.
It's just Mick Jagger
being Mick Jagger. Are they are transgressions of the so-called normal and
ordinary life? Yes. But when it comes to Jagger, everything sounds so natural, like
a priest preaching during his mass. So why so much noise if the ring was raised
in flames of fire? For nothing. Just for the sake of controversy.
The rumours started a
while after the book was released. I heard that, in the Portuguese version, some
of it was changed. Was it because some people mentioned are Brazilian? Maybe
they don’t want to expose themselves any longer? Maybe... and who would they
be? One of Jagger’s most famous groupies, Luciana Gimenez, now a family lady,
and her mother, the “pure and demure” Vera. The first one was not even
described as a TV show host, but as a ¨latina¨. And in the deal made between her
lawyers and journalist and author C. Anderson (he was not a multimillionaire at
the time), it was demanded that the author should not mention her story with Jagger,
the unorthodox circumstances in which their son Lucas was conceived, for
instance. To read the sordid details, we have to buy the English version of the
biography. Also, the term ¨soft porn actress¨ attributed to her mother, Vera,
was replaced by “actress¨ only. Nothing that a good lawyer wouldn’t achieve.
And so it was done.
Christopher Anderson,
the author, claims that every word he writes is true. But he does not know his
words were distorted for fear of the repercussions
in tropical lands. He said he didn't know that unauthorized biographies are
still banned in Brazil. And that, close to the release of the book, he had made
two adjustments and answered three requirements of the publisher. Okay, let's
pretend we believe it.
If Jagger went to hell
and made his home there, there is no
evidence. But let’s remember one of the Rolling Stone’s most iconic song,
Sympathy for The Devil. They also released an album called Voodoo
Lounge and made puns to the phrase printed in the English Passport
("Her Britannic Majesty requests…), naming one of their album as Their Satanic
Majesties Requests His fire powers
are said to be there, in a supposed pact, he has with devil. It reminds me of a
phrase that I like: “Better to burn out than fade away”. And that's up to him,
here's the man.
He dated David Bowie.
He slept with Angelina Jolie. Had sex with Carla Bruni. The list is long.
Nobody escaped his magic. This desire to get satisfaction while sucking the
vital energy of everyone… he converts it into pure pleasure, and that is what
keeps one young ”, explained a psychiatrist here in London, who analyzed Mick Jagger
face to face and hand to hand. As he confessed, he succumbed to Jagger's charms
and lay down with him.
Mick sucks the blood
of others like a thirsty vampire. This is his juice. It nourishes you and makes
you more alive. His three children, the official ones, are always on the pages of the shallowest
British magazines. And they amuse me on Instagram with their collection of
frivolities. Good, I hope life is lighter and funnier like the chewing gum that
Georgia Jagger chews, or like the palette colours on Lucas' nails.
In addition, Mick
Jagger remains loose and hunting around. Singing and dancing, like a bat boy,
as the devil likes. I can say that everything is rose-coloured with them. But
if it was red, it would fit better, don’t you agree?
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Research, Reading, Text and Writing and opnioes by Gabriel Colombo.
All rights reserved to the intellectual work.
Sunday, 30 May 2021
Chronicles of the City
CHEAP THRILL
Nothing spreads faster than a rumour
I know of a friend who
screams “That´s Me”, at the climax, when having sex. In my years of Law
University, we knew of a colleague, a 52-year-old lady that always wore red, started
studying Law for self-defense when summoned to court: she had murdered her
husband.
Most of us know that
gossip can be much more than a hobby and a way to overcome the dullness of
everyday life, a way to make conversation at coffee or cigarette break. So, it saddens me to say
that I, too, sometimes like this act of moralistic negligence. However, we like
to hear the peculiarities of others.
I heard people had gossiped
about me and: they said on a social network that I'm thinner and taller than I seem
to be on photos. Gossip is just a tool to distract people who have nothing to
do. One has to admire those few of us who still remain with noble hearts. I
swear: I find gossip less and less fun and useful.
These days, I heard
about someone that had a strange sexual tendency and borderline behavior in
personal relationships, with major flaws in her workplace. After a while, the
frisson about it lost fun. I didn’t understand what was going on while everyone
laughed. The person surely have problems. Malicious comments are like news headline,
they don’t offer many explanations, much less the right to defense or even
conclusions.
As I and all of us are
becoming more mature, I am convinced of my affability itself. And when I hear a
gossip about someone, I remember that all of us have bills to pay and a floor
to clean. We have nightmares and problems.
Anyone who gossips
with you will gossip about you. It is difficult to get rid of this situation.
When I hear about
something interesting or curious, the first thing that crosses my mind is: “I'm
going to spread the news”. After all, it’s Friday, we all deserve to laugh.
Then, my conscience weighs: “Gabriel, you shouldn't”. And my alter ego called
Dear Lord by alerting me that we have many other things to think about.
Gossip should remain
restricted drunken conversations inside a pub. I don't want to feel powerful
while speaking at 7pm after the first or the second pint. I will try to control
myself not to gossip − for about 50 minutes. Who are we to judge? Everyone
lives the way they can. Then I looked at the clock and it’s only been five
minutes. I feel bored. “So, what is it that everyone talks about?”.
Written by Gabriel Colombo. All rights reserved to the Author.
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