daquelas que nos fazem adormecer ao compasso dos dedos,
daquelas que nos arrepiam ao descer pelas costas,
daquelas que se passeiam, sem tempo, em torno do umbigo,
daquelas que, a custo, abandonamos pela manhã,
daquelas para as quais, ansiosos, corremos ao final do dia.
São estas que eu quero. O ano todo.
FAIRYTALE OF NEW YORK
The Pogues e Kirsty MacColl
It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
(...)
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you