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Travessia

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Versão para a música do Milton Nascimento

Travessia by Milton Nascimento on YouTube
Travessia by Milton Nascimento on Spotify
Since the moment you parted
Night was set into my life
Never felt so broken-hearted
Wonder how will life go on
'Cause this house is not my home
There's just no place where I'd belong
I'm alone and I can't hold
Things I should have said and done

Down the road I will find out
Nothing can stop me now
Stone by stone I will tread it
Have no time left for doubt

Breeze, it made up my dreams
Wind put them to an end
I will swallow my pain though
I am willing to die

As my life goes on its way
I am starting to forget
I no longer want to die
There’s a lot in life for me

I may fall in love again
But if it ends, there’ll be no pain
I will face my destiny
With my both feet on the ground

Down the road I will find outNothing can stop me now
Stone by stone I will tread it
Have no time left for doubt

Breeze, it made up my dreams
Wind put them to an end
I will swallow my pain though
I am willing to die

As my life goes on its way
I am starting to forget
I no longer long to die
There’s a lot in life for me

I may fall in love again
But if it ends, there’ll be no pain
I will face my destiny
With my both feet on the ground

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Sol de Primavera

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Versão para a música do Beto Guedes

Sol de Primavera by Beto Guedes on YouTube
Sol de Primavera by Beto Guedes on Spotify
Comes September in
And good news will stroll around the fields
Wanna see forgiveness in bloom
Ev’rywhere it’s been sown
Together again
We have dreamt together
Sowing silly love songs in the wind
Now I wanna hear our voice rise
To what’s yet left to dream

We have cried a lot
Many of us got lost along the way
But it still pays off to invent
One last whole brand new song
One that shall bring to us
The sunshine of springtime
Open up the windows in my chest
Now that we have read all the book
Time has come that we learn

We have cried a lot
Many of us got lost along the way
But it still pays off to invent
One last whole brand new song
One that shall bring to us
The sunshine of springtime
Open up the windows in my chest
Now that we have read all the book
Time has come that we learn
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Song to the siren

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versão para a música do Tim Buckley

Song to the Siren by Tim Buckley on Spotify
Song to the Siren by Tim Buckley on YouTube
À deriva em mar deserto
Tudo eu fiz para sorrir
Teu canto trouxe-me perto
De onde nunca mais saí
Em teu canto, tu dizias
"Abra as velas, vem a mim
Cá estou eu, cá estou eu a esperar-te"

Sonhei eu que me sonhavas
Era eu lebre e tu raposa?
Tolo barco, agora aderna
Acamado em praia eterna
Você canta "não me toques
Hoje não, quem sabe quando"
Em meu peito, envergonhado,
Se esconde meu coração

Tonto como uma ostra
Confuso com a maré
Preso na rebentação
Entregando-me sem fé
Ouço-te ainda a cantar
"Venha a mim, quero abraçar-te
Cá estou eu, cá estou eu a esperar-te"
Antecovidiano, O amor nos tempos do covid-19, Opinião

Man, we were stupid and contagious!!! – Pt. 4

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We hadn’t much time for she really had to be up early so we had our sandwiches at Gorilla’s and I drove her home.

We were talking about how we didn’t really mingle with each other’s crowd. And that it might have prevented it for such a long time, but finally, we got something happening.

So, we went back to talking about how we felt for each other from the start, I told her I was sure something would eventually come up between us.

She said I looked different from everybody else in the pack and tried to explain in what ways.

I got flattered, especially when she pointed out that, just like her, I was not to be seen around with someone, as in an actual, solid relationship. I mean, it was much more noticeable and surprising that she was mostly alone, being so beautiful and charming, than me, being so normal and quite sloppy, as her friends used to refer to me, she admitted, confirming my suspicions.

I told her I was totally, massively impressed by the way she totally draw attention, everywhere, and how she had no problem with that. She seemed to be always in control, she was the star of the show, and played that role with amazing grace.

We managed to keep our romance out of sight and when it was over, nobody would believe it ever happened. I dream about those days and it’s so real, so strong, that I wonder if they were not only dreams all the memories I keep from those days.

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Man, we were stupid and contagious!!! – Pt. 2

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I had a few drinks and shared some laughter with Eleanor’s friends but I really didn’t dig the whole scene. Most of them didn’t even noticed when I raised a timid toast announcing I had to leave but couldn’t hide their surprise when she asked me to wait a minute because she was leaving too. Before any suspicion gained terrain among those minds, none of which really friendly towards me, Eleanor explained she had a flight early in the morning.

“What now?” she asked me as we were leaving.

What about grabbing a sandwich at Gorilla’s?

“You really like Gorilla’s?”

Yeah, they’re just fine. Do you like Dead Kennedys?

“No, not really, but why are you asking me?”

“You really like gorillas” is the first line of one of their songs, one of their best songs…

She picked the book and read the dedication once more. “These all come from lyrics, am I right? Is it supposed to make any sense? You’re not jumping in anybody else’s train, you know I’m not committed to anybody, if that’s what you meant. Or did you mean jumping in my train? well, as you know, I don’t stay put in a relationship…”

Yes, I know. Jumping in your train, as I thought, was like to sneak into your life so we could travel a bit of the road together. Pardon me, I have this thing going on, like I think through the lyrics of the songs I listen to…

“Or books you read? Why this book, what is it you’re suggesting, sexual enlightenment or experimentation?”

No, nothing about books. I don’t even read them anymore. I read through some of the pages of this one. You were talking to Susan last time at Johnny’s, she said she doesn’t like it, when people give her perfume, that it is a very personal choice. You said you feel the same about books.

“So what?”

You were using Anaïs Anaïs…

O amor nos tempos do covid-19

Ok, Let’s do it – Part 2

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W.W. took care of our registration, sending our forms through the internet but there was still papers to be delivered and others to be signed. So I took lunch time to visit the Doors to Ancient Wisdom. Yes, imagine what a bore I was getting into.

It was the last day for registration, so there was a little queue. Before I asked anyone, the attractive young lady standing at the end of the line, seeing the lost and confused expression in my face as I approached, smiled and asked me:

“Are you new here?” Yes… “I had to drop the course in the middle of the last semester, so we’re going to be in the same class, I guess.” Really? “I’m April.” I’m August… “What!?” You’re kidding me?” No…

She was called and left me with no further comment, but before entering the room she looked back, waved her hand and smiled at me.

I was called into another room and didn’t meet her again when I came out.

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Ok, Let’s do it – Part 4

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We missed classes on that which would be the first day at the philosophy night school. At least I discovered it was a serious course after all.

Nadine, a fine friend told us. She entered the bar as we were paying our bill. It was no hard decision to stay. Both W.W. and I had a crush on her, and we never managed coming to a compromise on how should we deal with it, she was amazed to know later that evening.

Her nowadays ex-husband was a lecturer at the Doors to Ancient Wisdom and Dean at the city University and worked on a covenant that enabled the short term courses to get credit recognition for the regular university program.

W.W. made a few calls and in a few minutes we were reunited with some of the hardcore members of our once large and lousy crowd.

Nostalgia was set in. We could not believe how, with a few exceptions, everyone had got so distant from each other.

Stories, some of them, were remembered, mostly with joy and enthusiasm. I got dizzy with the first cigarettes in almost five years.

Some regrettable events showed up, recalling reasons that contributed to the chilling of some relations. I had been lowering my daily smoking and finally quitted when I started dating Olivia.

The whole table cracked laughing when I was seriously trying to make a point on why there couldn’t possibly exist an animal with more than six legs that could have wings and fly. That made me aware that it was time I stopped drinking and got home while I still had some reasoning left to give explanations, though I really didn’t think they would be asked.

O amor nos tempos do covid-19

You Never Can Tell – Pt. 5

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The thrill of a live show is by far the most enthralling and disturbing experience, in my opinion. I don’t mean the great gigs, famous, almost famous, once famous acts… Never cared for those, would rather buy me the album, if I cared.

This is what I mean, an unknown band, a band you’re friends with the drummer, a band you’re in.

A school auditorium, a broken theater, a public space, a garage bar.

A crowd would be a few hundreds, many of which you know at least by sight, the crowd you’re in, or no crowd at all.

All kinds of nuisance, delays, hot beer, improvisation.

Sounds more like a nightmare? Maybe but when you are inside it, people, gear, skills, everything so within your own possibilities, it feels real like you could be the next to step up the stage.

And to whatever extent you have or will experience it, you will be poisoned by frustration with the mere notion of something bigger you can’t grasp.

“Here, let me get you a cold one…”

O amor nos tempos do covid-19

The Rain, It Won’t Stop – Pt. 2

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“Leaving too soon…”

(shoulders high in the room, I whispered the words as they came to my mouth)

“Pardon?”

No, I didn’t say anything, I just… I’m just… (wondering aloud)

“When Walter Williams told me you were coming, I thought I would have the chance to get to know you a little bit… Stay…”

(Boingo! I told him there was something in the air, he told me to stop acting like Mr. Jones!) I’m so tired. (I lied) I haven’t slept (a wink… Words were flowing out, like endless rain, drifting through my open mind again, filling the cracks in my ceiling and… I was starting to worry about me. I thought I was cured.)

“Come on! I’ve made some guacamole, there’s sour cream, W.W., it’s how you call him?, brought every different type of Doritos…”

(I looked inside over her shoulder to the top table, then away into the falling rain, as if my decision depended on a precise calculation which did not include her wish, hoping maybe that a distant thunderbolt and lightning made the call. She had made an undisguisable move to make me stay. She must have rushed through the saloon, catching everyone’s eye, she somehow let me know that she knew that I liked Mexican food, she got completely exposed… I was trying to minimize it, so that she would not feel so vulnerable. As I would soon find out, there was no reason for that)

Ok then, I could get a taste of your guaca.

(She smiled, grabbed my hand and said to W.W., who came to see what was taking place between us.)

“Here, look who was leaving without paying the bill…”

(“Let him go! Bismillah”) (I could hear he screaming silently…)

I was just catching a view of the rain… But if there’s a bill to pay let’s make it worth it!

(W.W. took her other arm, laughed out loud because it was the one thing he hadn’t been trying. People looked at us kind of strange, as if they were suddenly abducted from Mexico City to Paris.) (France, not Texas…)

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Man, we were stupid and contagious!!! – Pt. 3

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The next time we met we were back where we first crossed paths, about a year ago, and finally had some real conversation only a month earlier.

Although she wasn’t strange at all to the place, if it was a match I would say I had home advantage.

But only because I used to clock-in daily, I mean nightly at the place, while she was to be seen and recognized all over the city. Sometimes I was among the first to arrive, sometimes I stayed until closing time. Not scarcely both.

We arrived early at the same time that day. There was another couple but they were finishing a late lunch and then we had the room completely to ourselves. Nonetheless I took the usual table, in the back, around the inner corner.

I was on time and so was she. I guess the smile we shared comprised our mutual approval for that. Not for the sake of punctuality, but for some silent agreement on the necessity of having some time alone just the two of us.

Another thing I remember was some exchanges of looks among the waiters and the fact that only Wally “the Gator” came to our table and sounded unnaturally respectful. I liked that.

As I said she was not as regular as myself, but she knew all the waiters and was known by them all. I’m sure she noticed they were kind of happy to see us together, like wondering if we were “together”.

After a few moments we were back to our previous conversation, like we hadn’t been a whole week apart.