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a song and a would-be novel?
Jan. 13th, 2021 07:28 pmI heard this song last Saturday, during the 3:00–5:00 Portuguese radio program on WTCC, Springfield Technical Community College's radio station. I liked the melancholy air, I liked that I could understand snatches of it, even though it was Portuguese Portuguese instead of Brazilian Portuguese, which is what Duolingo teaches. It's got the sort of melancholy abandon that really speaks to me right now (Nossa vida é bem curta e um dia se vai "Our life is very short and one day is gone"--so you might as well be dancing kizomba.)
"Africana Vem Dançar"
On a more amusing note, Duolingo has been feeding me some interesting sentences in Portuguese. First there was this:
Like whoa! What happens next??
And then this:
(The unused words add to the story: I imagine that the place she's being asked to wear that dress is maybe called "Sunny Beer Today")
And then, ominously... this:
Perhaps that's the threat the owner of Sunny Beer Today issued--the protagonist's mother maybe works at the establishment as a cleaner or something, and if the protagonist won't put on the skimpy dress, the boss may fire the mother. What an asshole! I agree, unused words, pleasure nothing at view!
But how does the affair fit in? The unused words tell us that within the thin walls of the lovers' chilly rendezvous spot there's only banana heating--I mean that's somewhere between charcoal and propane, right? Questions, questions. Maybe tonight's lessons will provide some answers.
"Africana Vem Dançar"
On a more amusing note, Duolingo has been feeding me some interesting sentences in Portuguese. First there was this:
Like whoa! What happens next??
And then this:
(The unused words add to the story: I imagine that the place she's being asked to wear that dress is maybe called "Sunny Beer Today")
And then, ominously... this:
Perhaps that's the threat the owner of Sunny Beer Today issued--the protagonist's mother maybe works at the establishment as a cleaner or something, and if the protagonist won't put on the skimpy dress, the boss may fire the mother. What an asshole! I agree, unused words, pleasure nothing at view!
But how does the affair fit in? The unused words tell us that within the thin walls of the lovers' chilly rendezvous spot there's only banana heating--I mean that's somewhere between charcoal and propane, right? Questions, questions. Maybe tonight's lessons will provide some answers.
