Sunday is the only day in my week where I’m supposed not to do anything, and actually do not do anything.
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I was thinking. Sometimes I do that when there isn’t anything else to do. There are some topics considered taboo in some countries.
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“Say, V,” a Brazilian friend of mine said today, “why you chose to start an English blog now, instead of starting one when we were in Vancouver? I’d certainly would read it back then.” Well, it’s not easy to explain, but I’ll give my best shot.

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Let’s talk about spirits. Not about that crap about so-called ghosts, I mean real spirits. Alcoholic spirits, that is. And her sisters, beers and wines. (Is alcohol female or male? Who cares?)
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As many people know, there is human life in Earth. It’s just that I’m not sure if it is intelligent. This line came to my head as I was listening to Goldfrapp’s Train, from her album  Black Cherry. It’s quite odd, at least for me. I consider this one to be untranslatable, or at least I won’t translate it in my other blog. But I got the lyrics, and I don’t want to lose all my hard work. Here they are.

Plastic brain scar,  I want laser, I’m your chauffeur with high gloss highs, take you where you want.
Can’t stop, oh, off the train; train, aie, aie, yeh…
Wolf lady sucks my brain, apricot, sunrise came, L.A. nights, Just roll in.
Can’t stop, oh, off the train; train, aie, aie, yeh…
Can’t stop, oh, off the train; train, aie, aie, yeh…
Nasal douche, poolside line, Soft lit tan, what’s your sign? Hold my hand, just roll in.
Can’t stop, oh, off the train; train, aie, aie, yeh…
Can’t stop, oh, off the train; train, aie, aie, yeh…
Can’t stop, oh, off the train; train, aie, aie, yeh…
Can’t stop, oh, off the train; train, aie, aie, yeh…
Can’t stop, oh, off the train; train, aie, aie, yeh…

I wonder what’s going on.

Cheerio, partners.

V.