Sintoma Tempestade

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only

johnny ama violante. dá-lhe ridículo e beijos dos mesmos sítios. relata-lhe autópsias do seu coração e não é por acaso que ela é violante. ela que sabe beber do seu sangue. geonauta, sempre à escuta, johnny vê violante. dá-lhe rosas, vive o momento e diz-lhe que sim para sempre. violante, hoje te espero, à noite, no café. mas, chora ela geonauta, não por ele, outro mais velho, vinte anos mais ardente. longe do bairro pacato, a dez mil milhas para ocidente. johnny aguarda impaciente. vem aí violante ao luar, na chuva, parece contente. mas ela atira as rosas para o chão, triunfante. não é dele, johnny, johnny, que ela gosta, geonauta omnisciente? violante não pára segue em frente. leva uma lua minguante, orgulhosa e contente. pelo caminho pisa johnny, coração desfeito e ausente. percebes agora, geonauta? ele é o bairro, subúrbios e trapos. um acaso de amor adolescente.

A Sustentação da Primavera

all you tryin to do is walk across the room and drink a glass of water and take it easy ...things burnin' an' rippin' at you it's the whole universe it's everything ..best thing.. is a good eight hours sleep if you're.. if you can't you might as well get drunk in hell drunk drunk drunk in hell Kubick - it's the kind of place nobody really wants to go to, but every now and then everybody gets desperate enough.

Quanto tempo falta até ao próximo vencido? Até que o próximo selvagem a casa retorne? De joelhos em súplica.

Johnny's always runnin' around Tryin' to find certainty He needs all the world to confirm That he ain't lonely Mary counts the walls Knows he tires easily Johnny thinks the world would be right If it could buy the truth from him Mary says "He changes his mind more than a woman" But she made her bed Even when the chance was slim Johnny says, "He's willing to learn When he decides, he's a fool" Johnny says' "He'll live anywhere When he earns to time" Mary combs her hair Says, "She should be used to it" Mary always hedges her bets She never knows what to think She says that he still acts Like he is bein' discovered Scared that he'll be caught Without a second thought runnin' around Johnny feels he's wasting his breath Tryin' to talk sense to her Mary says, "He's lackin' a real Sense of proportion" So she combs her hair Knows he tires easily Johnny's always runnin...

Pois onde estiver o teu tesouro   também aí estará o teu coração. Ela chama-se Isis e trocou a loucura dos dias por um dia em liberdade.