Entrar nos outros é a única forma de serem nossos. Mas entrar nos outros também tornarmo-nos deles.
Les Compagnons de la Peur, 1942
GREEN GLOVES
The National
Falling out of touch with all my
friends are somewhere getting wasted,
hope they’re staying glued together,
I have arms for them.
Take another sip of them,
it floats around and takes me over
like a little drop of ink in a glass of water
Get inside their clothes
with my green gloves
watch their videos, in their chairs.
Get inside their beds
with my green gloves
Get inside their heads, love their loves.
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Nuno a 13 de Novembro de 2007 às 18:22
I’m laying on my back
She climbs over me
Pricks out her nails
Runs them over my proud belly
I’m a tired, hungry bear
Spoiled and sleepy
Her finger’s on my zipper
She pulls it down slowly
I’m not ready
Turn over, settle down again
Throw her off
But she’s back again
I’ve been out all night
Get in at dawn
And I’ve still got honey
Dripping from my claws
I’m a tired, hungry bear
Spoiled and sleepy
Her finger’s on my zipper
She pulls it down slowly
I’m not ready
Turn over, settle down again
Throw her off
But she’s back again
:-)
P.s.: atrasado, mas sempre presente...
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