domingo, novembro 13

Don't think it over, it's gonna be ok

Após a adrenalina, a ressaca. A energia dá lugar ao tédio.
Dias de trabalho que acabam em massagens na cama redonda de cetim rosa da exposição Giardino entre velas, leitão e batata frita; o regresso à Carbono e os volumes 7 e 8 que se juntam aos anteriores (sorrisos em formato mp3); olhos fechados, o canto bittersweet de Devendra e uma dor que me atravessa o peito; os abraços que ficaram por dar e os beijos que passaram de validade; a chuva que oculta as lágrimas que não chorei e o desejo de as sentir correr no rosto indiferente.
Na ânsia de um suspiro, tropeço no passado e digo-lhe adeus.



A ouvir: My Love

If you are lucky, lucky enough today
To have someone
To whom you feel you have something to say
Don't think it over, don't let them slip away

He read to her from his poetry
But that could never be enough to really make her see
So he climbed up high into a tree
And made the choice to turn into a leaf

If you are lucky, lucky enough today
To have found a love
To whom you feel you have something to say
Don't think it over, it's gonna be ok.

He read to her from his poetry
But that could never be enough to really make her see
So he climbed up high into a tree
And made the choice to turn into a leaf

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