"[...] expirei às duas horas da tarde de uma sexta-feira do mês de agosto de 1869, na minha bela chácara de Catumbi. Tinha uns sessenta e quatro anos, rijos e prósperos, era solteiro, possuía cerca de trezentos contos e fui acompanhado ao cemitério por onze amigos. Onze amigos! Verdade que chovia - peneirava - uma chuvinha miúda, triste e constante, tão constante e tão triste, [...]" (Machado de Assis, Memórias Póstumas de Brás Cubas, 2010)

domingo, 14 de março de 2010

Frank Sinatra

My Way (Claude Francois, Jacques Revaux, Paul Anka)

And now the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and everey highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption
I've planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

Yes there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And I did it my way

I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now as tears subside
I find it tall so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in shy way
Oh no, Oh no, not me
I did it my way

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, than he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows, I took the blows
And I did it my way

My Way (http://www.youtube.com/watch?=-vNFbSVIS2I)