terça-feira, 29 de julho de 2014

Notícias ao balcão

Há dias em que a redacção parece um snack-bar ou um café. Nestes, ouve-se o ruído do moinho a moer café, há o som dos motores das arcas frigoríficas, há o som das máquinas que gelam a imperial, o som dos talheres que caem, o fervilhar de pessoas que entram e saem, os saltos altos das senhoras na pedra gasta do chão, o som metálico da colher que mexe o café ou o galão. Os empregados de balcão gritam uns com os outros: “sai mais um café” ou “é uma tosta mista” ou “dá-me dois rissóis de camarão”.
Na redacção é quase o mesmo. Há o som de fundo, sempre presente, da minha rádio, há o som das televisões, fixadas na parede, ligadas em simultâneo. Há o som das impressoras a soltar o noticiário que vai para o ar daí a segundos, há o som dos dedos ágeis, tão rápidos, nos teclados dos computadores, há pessoas ao telefone, há telemóveis que tocam. Há o técnico de som que grita do estúdio: “a peça da Ju está montada e pronta para entrar! Faz refresh!”. Grita-se na redacção como quem pede mais uma sandes mista, de forma quase igualmente mecânica: “olha mais um ataque em Gaza” ou “passa-me o João para directo” ou “tira-me aí o som do Cavaco” ou “és a abrir!”.
Os dias na minha redacção são de burburinho e correria. Servem-se notícias ao balcão. De fugida. À pressa. Como num café. Mas sem clientes. 



segunda-feira, 21 de julho de 2014

Banda sonora do dia

Banda sonora do dia. Ouvi hoje de manhã na Antena 1 (Miguel Esteves Cardoso).



I remember when I was a little girl, our house caught on fire
I'll never forget the look on my father's face as he gathered me up
In his arms and raced through the burning building out to the pavement
And I stood there shivering in my pajamas
And watched the whole world go up in flames
And when it was all over I said to myself
"Is that all there is to a fire?"
Is that all there is, is that all there is?
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is

And when I was 12 years old, my daddy took me to the circus
The greatest show on earth
There were clowns and elephants and dancing bears
And a beautiful lady in pink tights flew high above our heads
And as I sat there watching
I had the feeling that something was missing
I don't know what, but when it was all over
I said to myself, "Is that all there is to the circus?"
Is that all there is, is that all there is?
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is

And then I fell in love
With the most wonderful boy in the world
We'd take long walks down by the river, or just sit for hours
Gazing into each other's eyes, we were so very much in love
And then one day, he went away and I thought I'd die, but I didn't
And when I didn't, I said to myself, "Is that all there is to love?"

Is that all there is, is that all there is?
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep
I know what you must be saying to yourselves
If that's the way she feels about it, why doesn't she just end it all?
Oh, no, not me, I'm not ready for that final disappointment
'Cause I know, just as well as I'm standing here talking to you
That when that final moment comes and I'm breathing my last breath
I'll be saying to myself
Is that all there is, is that all there is?
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is