Conversas Paralelas

«Moving forward using all my breath
Making love to you was never second best
I saw the world thrashing all around your face
Never really knowing it was always mesh and lace

I'll stop the world and melt with you
You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time
There's nothing you and I won't do
I'll stop the world and melt with you

Dream of better lives the kind which never hate
Dropped in the state of imaginary graceI
made a pilgrimage to save this humans race
Yes I did
What I'm comprehending a race that long gone bye

I'll stop the world and melt with you
You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time
There's nothing you and I won't do
I'll stop the world and melt with you
The future's open wide

I'll stop the world and melt with you
You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time
There's nothing you and I won't do
I'll stop the world and melt with you, yeah
I'll stop the world and melt with you
I'll stop the world and melt with you, yeah, yeah»

Nouvelle Vague

Faço minhas essas palavras. Completamente e absolutamente reais. Perco a capacidade de voar, talvez. Mas isso já não é assim tão importante. Ouço-os, ultrajam-se. Comovida, peço as mais cínicas desculpas. Que desculpas?

Não falo, não levanto a cabeça, numa ressaca tremenda e emocional. Apostei a minha vida na cadeira dourada e na pista de dança. O futuro sei-o tremendamente bem, debaixo das luzes que piscam. Mas o amanhã torna-se a maior incógnita.

Eu podia parar o mundo. Já viste a diferença, e cada vez se está tornar melhor.

Não te atrapalhes, eu não gosto do sentido conotativo. Denoto tudo e cada coisa que dizes. Ou pensas.

Não te desculpes, estragas a magia toda.

Fibonacci