:: Mardoux Mardoux... ::

::30.4.04:: EXTRA! PLANTÃO MULHERZINHA ÀS 2 DA MATINA: Ataque, ataque, ataque. Coisas que me vem à cabeç agora: sorvete de creme, vinho, doce de leite, cheiros, edredon, gotas de chuva, Stevie Wonder. Mais uma noite assim e eu surto. Ribbon in the sky na cabeça. Essa coisa de namorada tá ficando séria demais da conta. Ataque geral. Pane nos sistemas de auto-defesa. Sou completamente. And a ribbon in the sky...for our love. Ribbon in the Sky Stevie Wonder Oh so long for this night I prayed That a star would guide you my way To share with me this special day Where a ribbon's in the sky for our love If allowed may I touch your hand And if pleased may I once again So that you too will understand There's a ribbon in the sky for our love Do...Do... Do Do Do Do Do... HMM HMM... This is not a coincidence And far more than a lucky chance But what is that was always meant Is our ribbon in the sky for our love, love We can't lose with God on our side We'll find strength in each tear we cry From now on it will be you and I And our ribbon in the sky Ribbon in the sky A ribbon in the sky for our love Do...Do... Do Do Do Do Do... HMM HMM... There's a ribbon in the sky for our love :: Marcia Furriel 1:56 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..::]