:: Mardoux Mardoux... ::

::26.12.03:: DE VOLTA Fiquei feliz agora! O menino dos cigarros voltou para o seu blog. Um dos poucos que eu gosto de ler, de verdade. Welcome back, menino. Essa aqui vai pra você, assim como um Feliz Natal! Paula e Bebeto Caetano Veloso/Milton Nascimento É vida vida que amor brincadeira, à vera Eles amaram de qualquer maneira, à vera Qualquer maneira de amor vale a pena Qualquer maneira de amor vale amar Pena que pena que coisa bonita, diga Qual a palavra que nunca foi dita, diga Qualquer maneira de amor vale aquela Qualquer maneira de amor vale amar Qualquer maneira de amor vale a pena Qualquer maneira de amor valerá Eles partiram por outros assuntos, muitos Mas no meu coração sempre juntos, muito Qualquer maneira que eu cante esse canto Qualquer maneira me vale cantar Eles se amam de qualquer maneira, à vera Eles se amam e é pra vida inteira, à vera Qualquer maneira de amor vale o canto Qualquer maneira me vale cantar Qualquer maneira de amor vale aquela Qualquer maneira de amor valerá Pena que pena que coisa bonita, diga Qual a palavra que nunca foi dita, diga Qualquer maneira de amor vale o canto Qualquer maneira me vale cantar Qualquer maneira de amor vale aquela Qualquer maneira de amor valerá :: Marcia Furriel 12:33 a.m. [+] :: ... Comments: Enviar um comentário

[::..perfil..::] "...[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 [::.. perfil sarcástico..::]