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Walk On The Wild Side, LOU REED

Holly came from Miami, FLA

Hitch-hiked her way across the USA

Plucked her eyebrows on the way

Shaved her legs and then he was a she

She says, "Hey, babe

Take a walk on the wild side"

She said, "Hey, honey

Take a walk on the wild side"

Candy came from out on the Island

In the backroom, she was everybody's darlin'

But she never lost her head

Even when she was giving head

She says, "Hey, babe

Take a walk on the wild side"

Said, "Hey, babe

Take a walk on the wild side"

And the colored girls go doo do doo do doo...

Little Joe never once gave it away

Everybody had to pay and pay

A hussle here, and a hussle there

New York City's the place where they said, "Hey, babe

Take a walk on the wild side"

I said, "Hey, Joe

Take a walk on the wild side"

Sugar Plum Fairy came and hit the streets

Lookin' for soul food and a place to eat

Went to the Apollo

You should've seen 'em go go go

They said, "Hey, sugar

Take a walk on the wild side"

I said, "Hey, babe

Take a walk on the wild side"

All right, huh

Jackie is just speeding away

Thought she was James Dean for a day

Then I guess she had to crash

Valium would have helped that bash

Said, "Hey, babe

Take a walk on the wild side"

I said, "Hey, honey

Take a walk on the wild side

And the colored girls say, "Doo do doo do doo..."

AUTUMN LEAVES

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Eva Cassidy

The falling leaves drift by my window
The falling leaves of red and gold
I see your lips the summer kisses
The sunburned hands I used to hold

Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall

Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall

I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall 

DIA S. MARTINHO

Se o Eça voltasse...

Quando preparava a exposição sobre o autor do mês (Eça de Queirós), encontrei este artigo que  estabelece uma ponte entre a sessão do dia 28 (abaixo) e a ironia que esse grande autor português (e poveiro!) escreveu no século passado: afinal ser bibliotecário hoje é ter o privilégio de trabalhar num local recheado de atividade, pessoas, conhecimentos em nada semelhante aos "jazigos de livros" que o nosso autor referia em 'A Cidade e as Serras'.

 

 

Boa Leitura.

Se o Eça voltasse...
(Jorge Manuel Martins, in Boletim Cultural da Póvoa de Varzim, vol.41, 2007)

28 OUTUBRO - estivemos lá!

Eis a partilha das fotos e da mensagem que nos transmitiu o bibliotecário Hélder Jesus aquando da sua visita à nossa biblioteca. Mensagem essa que sabemos foi reproduzida pelos delegados e subdelegados de turma, presentes, às respetivas turmas.