Beautiful Tango, take me by the hand
Beautiful Tango, until you make me dance
How sweet it can be if you make me dance?
How long will it last, baby if we dance?
Come to the, come to the world
Come to the, come to the world
And baby let me show you things
Cause time is running and we can loose, baby come and dance we gonna make it threw
Cause we've got time
Yes we've got time
Beautiful stranger, don't want to know your name
Beautiful stranger, just want to take your hand
How sweet it can be if you make me dance?
How long will it last, baby if we dance?
Come to the place where the skin speaks
A secret words in spanish
Where the night turns out the lights of day
For us to show some courage
So don't go if you wanna know
Don't go if you don't know
Don't go, if you wanna know
Don't go, don't go, don't go
Beautiful stranger, take me by the hand
Make me dance all night
I wanna take the chance
I love the way you move
And the way you put your hands on my hips
are moving while you take it slow
Makes me feel like I'm on a river flow
Cause we've got time
And yes we've got time
Beautiful stranger, I wanna loose my mind
Beautiful stranger, in the depth of your eyes
Beautiful stranger, oh oh oh oh
I remember, I remember, I remember...your
Sweet music, sweet sweet sweet music, sweet music rising...
o pior do efeito maléfico da prisão prolongada é o costume com a mesma.
aquela mansa e traiçoeira penetração do mal...
"é difícil imaginar até que ponto a natureza humana se pode desfigurar."
[Cadernos da Casa Morta | Dostoievski]
tudo se confunde com a própria pele.
o exercício de libertação é lento,dolorido
não se volta simplesmente a ser dona do seu ir e vir,
do próprio tempo sem antes passamos pelo medo de ter,repentinamente[e de novo]
o poder da escolha sobre a falta de utilidade dos afazeres.
ainda não se está inteiramente desintoxicado.
mas a cura se faz em pequenos passos.
com doses maciças do que/de quem te faz bem...
olhos de jabuticaba,unhas de cereja...
aos poucos,aprende-se a desaprender tudo o que dói.
enquanto isso...
meus mini-planos para dominar o mundo sempre existirão
e o verão sempre será o meu reino...
Ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes
Ain't got no money, ain't got no class
Ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweaters
Ain't got no faith, ain't got no beard
Ain't got no mind
Ain't got no mother, ain't got no culture
Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling
Ain't got no name, ain't got no love
Ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token
Ain't got no God
What have I got?
Why am I alive anyway?
Yeah, what have I got?
Nobody can take away
I got my hair, I got my head
I got my brains, I got my ears
I got my eyes, I got my nose
I got my mouth, I got my smile
I got my tongue, I got my chin
I got my neck, I got my boobs
I got my heart, I got my soul
I got my back, I got my sex
I got my arms, I got my hands
I got my fingers, Got my legs
I got my feet, I got my toes
I got my liver, Got my blood
I've got life, I've got my freedom
I've got the life
I got a headache, and toothache,
And bad times too like you,
I got my hair, I got my head
I got my brains, I got my ears
I got my eyes, I got my nose
I got my mouth, I got my smile
I got my tongue, I got my chin
I got my neck, I got my boobies
I got my heart, I got my soul
I got my back, I got my sex
I got my arms, I got my hands
I got my fingers, Got my legs
I got my feet, I got my toes
I got my liver, Got my blood
I've got life, I've got my freedom
I've got life, I'm gonna keep it
I've got life, I'm gonna keep it
tenho me perguntado...
onde foi parar todo o amor/respeito/admiração/tesão
que eu sentia por aquele homem
onde?
toda aquela paixão de enganos ficou jogada ali
naquele cestinho de banheiro da Fernando Machado
reduzida a apodrecer entre resquícios de porra/merda/bitucas/mentiras.