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Last week we went to the countryside
looking for that kind of purity that is so hard to find in the big cities
Summarizing: we stepped on some cow's excrement
and we also found Horácio Lopes da Silva, a peasant philosopher.
The greatest there is in S. Miguel da Murrunhanha (ficticious remote village)
Horácio... You are a peasant, is that correct? ("matarruano" may be more like a country bumpkin)
Yes, I am. I'm a peasant. I'm a...
A kind of a hayseed. Or... more like a hick.
I'm a... yokel. And on sundays I'm a bumpkin. - Very well. - But only on sundays
And you're also a philosopher!
I'm a philosopher, alright.
Very well! And what kind of thoughts do you usally have?
Oh boy, so many! I think about countless things.
Sometimes it goes up to two or three thoughts per month.
And, let's see, sometimes I'm on me farm and I think to meself:
Gee.....
And some other times I'm thinking: oh boy, I wish I could be a bird!
And just wander around... flying... freely.
Also chirping... Landing on some branches, landing here, landing there...
And then try to... land on a tree. Eh? And peering in through the window of a woman's bedroom
so I can see her tities...
umm.. And what other thoughts do you have?
Some other? Let's see, ahh...
Sometimes I'm saying to meself: ahhh... I wish I could be a little bee.
And harvest the nectar out of some flowers...
And live in community...
And just being there expelling all that honey...
Expelling, expelling, expelling...
as if... like... expelling.
And hide meself inside a gal's wardrobe, so I can see her tities.
Her tities.
And... and is there any different thought you usually have?
Sometimes I wish I could be a dolphin and go like: "splash", "splash" in the sea...
And play with the algae and corals, wich are damn' beautiful...
And be like: going up, going down...
And then I could go swim by the beach, and get close to some gals...
and try to check out their tities...
Horácio, you'll have to excuse me, but this is a fraud.
You... you can't fool me, always the same thoughts
You take me for a fool? It's the same crap everytime. It's always about you wanting to be an animal...
That's crap!
No, I mean, not always...
Sometimes, umm, I want to be a vegetable.
Oh.
Sometimes I think, like, ahhh: I wish I could be a cucumber.
Being there in the farm, together with the lettuces and the tomatoes...
Being properly fertilized...
And then.. being collected by a gal...
Hey, stop! Cut it, cut it. Horácio! Everyone stop, it's not worth it.
Let's not go down that road. Can't do it Horácio. No more.
... who'd have nice tities. - No, no, i'm serious.
No more!
I'm sorry Horácio, but no more.
I'd like to see tities...
Yeah, but not here...
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