O mundo fecha-se em torno de uma emoção, e em todo o espectro de sensações que a acompanham. Bebo desse copo seco que me dá sede. Ao lado desse copo, está outro, cheio dele. De mãos atadas, tento chegar-lhe através de palavras. Convencê-lo, neste espectáculo lento, que é aos meus lábios que ele pertence, sentindo-me simultaneamente tonta e sábia nesta certeza.
SLOW SHOW
The National
Standing at the punch table swallowing punch
can’t pay attention to the sound of anyone
a little more stupid, a little more scared
every minute more unprepared
I made a mistake in my life today
everything I love gets lost in drawers
I want to start over, I want to be winning
way out of sync from the beginning
I wanna hurry home to you
put on a slow, dumb show for you
and crack you up
so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
god I’m very, very frightening
I’ll overdo it
Looking for somewhere to stand and stay
I leaned on the wall and the wall leaned away
Can I get a minute of not being nervous
and not thinking of my dick
My leg is sparkles, my leg is pins
I better get my shit together, better gather my shit in
You could drive a car through my head in five minutes
from one side of it to the other
I wanna hurry home to you
put on a slow, dumb show for you
and crack you up
so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
god I’m very, very frightening
I’ll overdo it
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