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JOSI NA MEIA-NOITEQuase meia-noite...Josicleide* já acabou o serviço, mas ainda precisava passar uma vassoura na sala de jantar...Os patrôes saíram, e só assim ela poderia deixar o radinho tocar no máximo, no Good Times, seu programa favorito. Já tinha dado a hora da tradução, e ela nunca saberia o que os moços tavam cantando na música. Mas era linda demais, e Josicleide abraçou a vassoura, fechou os olhos e começou a girar pelo salão...
Cantem comigo:
Forever by Your Side
The Manhattans
Hey, it started out as friends
Friends turned into lovers
Do you remember when
I held you for the very first time
Love made it so easy girl
Well, you must read my mind
(I say...)
I want you, I need you
Oh, girl, how I believe in you
You're the light
That has always seen me through
In you ... I could find
That I will be
Forever by your side
Now we see our love has grown
And these have been the sweetest times
That I have ever known
And I know
That it will never end
'Cause every time I look at you
I fall in love again
I want you (I want you), I need you (I need you)
Oh, girl, how I believe in you
(You're the light ) You're the light (that shines)
That has always seen me through
In you ... I could find
That I will be
Forever by your side
Longer than the sun will shine
Love is a tie that bind us
Forever, forever
Two hearts are meant to be
One love eternally
Together, forever, forever
I want you, I need you
Oh, girl, how I believe in you
You're the light
That has always seen me through
In you ... I could find
That I will be
Forever by your side
I want you (I want you), I need you (I need you)
Oh, girl, how I believe in you
You're the light (that shines)
That has always seen me through
In you ... I could find
That I will be
Forever by your side
*EU tava precisando muuuuuuuito de Josi. Mas uma personalidade para uma pisciana com síndrome de gêmeos.
:: Marcia Furriel 11:42 p.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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