Say goodbye to Rolling Stones.

O sonho acabou. A sonhada segunda visita ao estado do Rio de Janeiro para assistir aos Stones foi por água abaixo. E por razões óbvias: financeiras. Isto é realmente triste... mas esta foi a vida que escolhi, então não posso reclamar.

Talvez se trabalhasse em lugar onde ganhasse melhor a história poderia ser outra. Numa hora dessas, por exemplo, ao invés de chorar pitangas num blogzinho chinfrim estaria eu contando os dias para o show, sem ter que me preocupar em como vou conseguir um dia de folga ou arrumar dinheiro para pagar a viagem ou a faculdade.

Entretanto, mesmo que eu queria mudar não consigo me ver longe de onde trabalho. Meu coração ainda pertence à algumas com quem trabalho e deixa - lás seria uma separação bastante complicada. Sei que um dia isto vai acontecer, mas deixo isto sempre para depois. Tenho que mudar, eu sei. Espero um dia conseguir

Então sem mais delongas (mas ainda esperançoso, pois às vezes milagres acontecem) digo com lágrimas aos olhos: "Goodbye to Rolling Stones" com uma canção deles que representa, e bem, o que estou sentindo:

You Can't Always Get What You Want

(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

I saw her today at the reception

A glass of wine in her hand

I knew she would meet her connection

At her feet was her footloose man

No, you can't always get what you want

You can't always get what you want

You can't always get what you want

But if you try sometime you find

You get what you need

We went down to the demonstration

To get your fair share of abuse

Singing, "We're gonna vent our frustration If we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse"

You can't always get what you want

You can't always get what you want

You can't always get what you want

But if you try sometimes well you just might find

You get what you need

I went down to the Chelsea drugstore

To get your prescription filled

I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy And man, did he look pretty ill

We decided that we would have a soda

My favorite flavor, cherry red

I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy

Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "dead"

I said to him

You can't always get what you want

You can't always get what you want

You can't always get what you want

But if you try sometimes you just might find

You get what you need

You get what you need--yeah, oh baby

I saw her today at the reception

In her glass was a bleeding man

She was practiced at the art of deception

Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands

You can't always get what you want

You can't always get what you want

You can't always get what you want

But if you try sometimes you just might find

You just might find

You get what you need

You can't always get what you want

You can't always get what you want

You can't always get what you want

But if you try sometimes you just might find

You just might find

You get what you need