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Counter Spark, hoje, não me sai da cabeça!

o que não é mau, porque evoca em mim o calorzinho de Agosto e Setembro do ano passado. Com um pouquito de sorte, pode ser que o imaginário se transforme em aquecimento corporal a sério. (As paredes das casas (e dos locais de trabalho) deviam ser como os camelos: no verão armazenavam o calor que dias frios utilizariam para nos manter quentinhos. Da maneira como a tecnologia anda, já deve existir algum material que permita tal coisa. Mas aqui, não há nada disso. É pena. E por este andar será uma pena congelada!)

Counter Spark

You could be sad but never torn
You saw the light when it was on
You never turned or looked away
Your eyes were focused, mine were grey
Your sentences were concentrated
You made your points so understated
Where I would mumble, you would say
Your eyes were focused, mine were grey
I made up conversations with my symbolic language
Saying everybody wants to be like you
But I'd rather fall in love with you
You got the picture from the start
You saw right through me in the dark
You saw that I couldn't behave with eyes so focused, yet so frail
I chose you from a million
You were the choice of billions
wishing they would try to be like you
But I'd rather fall in love with you

(…)

Sondre Lerche, “Two Way Monologue”, 2004