Paulo Laureano Estar vivo é uma condição precária com um péssimo prognóstico...

Na mente de uma assassina (Brenda Ann Spencer)


Brenda Ann Spencer, uma miúda americana de 16 anos de idade, acordou uma segunda feira, foi para a janela de casa dela e matou duas pessoas e feriu outras nove. Os alvos eram miúdos a entrar para a escola (em frente à casa dela) e um policia. Quando questionada “Porque?” ela limitou-se a responder “Não gosto de segundas-feiras”. Isto aconteceu no dia 29 de Janeiro de 1979.

O Bob Geldof escreveu sobre este episódio uma canção que fica para a história (leiam a letra e vejam ao mesmo tempo que ouvem). É absolutamente genial e arrepiante (a interpretação no live aid é a minha preferida).


THE BOOMTOWN RATS - “I Don't Like Mondays"





The silicon chip inside her head gets switched to overload.
And nobody's gonna go to school today, she's going to make them stay at home.
And daddy doesn't understand it, he always said she was as good as gold.
And he can see no reason… 'Cause there are no reasons… What reason do you need to be shown?

Tell me why? I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot the whole day down.

The telex machine is kept so clean as it types to a waiting world.
And mother feels so shocked, father's world is rocked,
And their thoughts turn to their own little girl.
Sweet 16 ain't so peachy keen, no, it ain't so neat to admit defeat.
They can see no reasons… ’Cause there are no reasons… What reason do you need?

Tell me why? I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot the whole day down.

All the playing's stopped in the playground now…
She wants to play with her toys a while.
And school's out early and soon we'll be learning
And the lesson today is how to die.

And then the bullhorn crackles, and the captain crackles, with the problems and the how's and why's.
And he can see no reasons… ‘Cause there are no reasons… What reason do you need to die? Die!
The silicon chip inside her head gets switched to overload.
And nobody's gonna go to school today, she's going to make them stay at home.
And daddy doesn't understand it, he always said she was as good as gold.
And he can see no reason… 'Cause there are no reasons… What reason do you need to be shown?

Tell me why? I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot the whole day down.


A história da Brenda Ann Spencer