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TARDE
Óbvio que dormi de menos. Acabei de chegar da Cobal, a tal festa 80?s decepcionou. Mas com o meu humor de hoje, pode até ser que eu esteja exagerando. Chegar em casa às 7 e sair às 11 é raça demais para DOIS FINAIS DE SEMANA seguidos. Já deu.
Eu ia também escrever sobre a Brazooka de sexta passada, mas o sono e a rabugice são imensoooos... Só acalmei ouvindo mais uma vez o Fina Estampa, mais uma vez...
E só na faixa 8, dessa música que não sai da minha cabeça faz tempo, da série "as músicas que (ninguém nunca) fizeram para mim". Assim mesmo, sem pensar nas concordâncias.
Un Vestido y un Amor
Fito Paez
Te vi
juntabas margaritas del mantel
ya se que te trate bastante mal
no se si eras un ángel o un rubí
o simplemente te vi
Te vi
saliste entre la gente a saludar
los astros se rieron otra vez
la llave de Mandala se quebró
o simplemente te vi
todo lo que diga esta de mas
las luces siempre encienden en el alma
y cuando me pierdo en la ciudad
vos ya sabes comprender
es solo un rato no mas
tendría que llorar
o salir a matar
te vi, te vi, te vi
y yo no buscaba a nadie y te vi
Te vi
fumabas unos chinos en Madrid
hay cosas que te ayudan a vivir
no hacías otra cosa que escribir
y yo simplemente te vi
Me fui
me voy de vez en cuando a algún lugar
ya se no te hace gracia
este país
tenias un vestido y un amor
y yo simplemente te vi
:: Marcia Furriel 3:12 a.m.
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"...[R]eturning to the Red Drum for sets, to hear Bird, whom I saw distinctly digging Mardou several times also myself directly into my eye looking to search if I was really the great writer I thought myself to be as if he knew my thoughts and ambitions or remembered me from other night clubs and other coasts, other Chicagos--not a challenging look but the king and founder of the bop generation at least the sound of it in digging his audience digging his eyes, the secret eyes him-watching, as he just pursed his lips and let great lungs and immortal fingers work, his eyes separate and interested and humane, the kindest jazz musician there could be while being and therefore naturally the greatest--watching Mardou and me in the infancy of our love and probably wondering why, or knowing it wouldn't last, or seeing who it was would be hurt, as now, obviously, but not quite yet, it was Mardou whose eyes were shining in my direction, though I could not have known and now do not definitely know--except the one fact, on the way home, the session over the beer in the Mask drunk we went home on the Third Street bus sadly through night and throb knock neons and when I suddenly leaned over her to shout something further (in her secret self as later confessed) her heart leapt to smell the "sweetness of my breath" (quote) and suddenly she almost loved me--"
DO LIVRO
The Subterraneans
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