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quinta-feira, julho 19, 2007

LXVII. ¿ǝɹƃɐlıɯ 

Assim, quase inadvertidamente, este pode ter sido o dia dos últimos doze anos.
[a editar, provavelmente]

domingo, julho 15, 2007

LXVI. Sordícia qb 

Hoje senti e senti tanto. Abalroaram a frágil estacaria que me sustenta. Foi tudo abaixo. A intensidade desse sentir, galgou a memória de emoções e marca registo. Um flash da primeira traição amistosa, confunde-me. Some-se uma facada no Homem…
Entretanto, ouve-se “I” dos Magnetic Fields.

I Don't Believe You


So you quote love unquote me
Well, stranger things have come to be
But let's agree to disagree
Cause I don't believe you
I don't believe you

You tell me I'm not not cute
Its truth or falsity is moot
Cause honesty's not your strong suit
And I don't believe you
I don't believe you

You tell me of what once was
And all about Buck, Butch, and Buzz
How they were not like me because...
But I don't believe you
I don't believe you

I had a dream and you were in it
The blue of your eyes was infinite
You seemed to be
In love with me
Which isn't very realistic

You may sing me they were you
And I start crying halfway through
But nothing else you say is true
So I don't believe you
I don't believe you

You may set your charm on stun
And say I'm delightful and fun
But you say that to everyone
Well, I don't believe you
I don't believe you

So you're brilliant gorgeous and
ampersand after ampersand
You think I just don't understand
But I don't believe you
I don't believe you

I don't believe you
I don't believe you


Adenda: era bom que lesses o último parágrafo deste post. Os anteriores, também. Se discernires que o último é mesmo o que te assenta.


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