Making of - The Godfather

If I tell you that the Godfather was based on my mother, how many of you would agree?

I have to say, except for the slaps in the face, which she distributes is a much more subtle way… everything else is true. Ask those who had the pleasure (not at all in a sarcastic way, LOL) of her company.

- And Vito (slap)!!! Get me my antidepressants!
- Yes Godfather!
- Holy shit VIto... What is that? Is that a flying purple elephant?
- No sir, that's your son!
- God... he gained so much weight!
- Yeah, right. That is all that is wrong with him...

1.000 miles away

How perfect is this?

Making emends...

You’re gone.
He is gone.
They are also gone.

So many lovers, so many friends…
Gone, all gone.
So many people that could be…
Gone… all gone.

I am not sure why. I am not sure how.
But I am guessing it would be my fault.
I am guessing that I was gone.

I was gone a long time ago.
I was gone long before everyone else.
I was gone… all gone.

I am not sure where I went, or where I am right now.
I am not sure why I am gone.
What I am sure is that there is still time for love.
There is still time for me.
But, as they say, there is no more time for you
Time is gone, your time is gone. All gone.

Always Look on the Bright Side of Life

Feeling a bit grumpy today, are we?

Well than, sing along...

The Godfather in “Vinegar, Sweat and Lysol disinfectant spray”

Scene: The Godfather standing at the kitchen door wearing his pink biohazard suit, his white rubber Prada boots, a bottle of Lysol disinfectant spray in one hand and his Channel bag on the other. His usual long blond wig covered by a Hermes scarf.

- Vito!
- Yes godfather?!
- Where are you going, you pig!?
- Sir, I can’t stand this foul smell
- But Vito, (slap in the face) what am I suppose to do?
- I don’t know sir, I can’t think straight
- You were never straight you fat queen (slap)
- I know sir… but this smell is impairing my judgment
- Judgment, what judgment? (Slap) I told you not to let Hilda (the hippo) in the house… now she killed Tony the reindeer and the house smells like a fucking dumpster, you fatso!
- I know sir, but I had no choice! I was hungry!
- (Slap). Hungry? You were fucking horny!!! Don’t lie to me. I know what you were about to do! Now look at this kitchen!
- I’ll take care of it sir… I'll give Madame Help a call and she will clean it up!
- Who the hell is Madame Help?
- The made sir… remember? She is also known as “Socorro” or "Maria of the Socorro", I believe!
- (Slap)… She better come now, otherwise I’ll be forced to sell the house back… with you and this Zoo in it.
- I am sorry sir, but Michael is unable to take the house back at this moment!
- Whatever, (slap), I’ll sell it to Elton! And where is this Help woman?
- Well, she lives in Brazil, but I already sent the jet to pick her up.
- (Slap)… and what are we suppose to do for the next 15 hours?
- What if we barbecue Tony?
- Ok, I'll get the beer!

O cara era de plástico

Sim, plástico. Daquele que mancha e pega cheiro ruim.
Daquele que derrete. Daquele que em pouco tempo se torna imprestável.
Plástico que nem se quer era reciclável.

Não, não era cristal. Não era cristalex. Não era nem vidro.
Não era de louça e nem de cerâmica.
Era plástico mesmo. E não era Bohemia.

Nem se quer era de grife.
Era plástico... fosco, derretido, rachado, mal cheiroso e manchado.

Ah! Pari... (II)

Uma das melhores coisas de Paris é que você pode ver TV da Europa inteira, inclusive clipes. Num desses channel surfing, vi um clipe de uma banda portuguesa... Xutos e Pontapés. A música se chama Homem do Leme.

Ainda não sei porque, mas acho que they are growing on me...