em breve, numa perna perto de mim...

evidências

Hoje a noite cheira a flores.
E eu tenho um joelho
com dores.

doce dia

O homem entra na pastelaria
de acordeão abraçado
o peso do mundo nas rugas.
Segue-o o amigo
de penas no chapéu e
dedos de guitarra a tiracolo.
Falam uma língua
cansada e
longínqua.
Pergunto-me o que estarão a fazer
numa pastelaria
onde a música compete
com as doces vitrinas.
Eis que na minha boca
o bolo se derrete e sinto nas papilas
o gosto agridoce
de uma canção
a duas vozes.

acordar só

I'll always be by your side Even when you're down and out I'll always be by your side Even when you're down and out I just wanted to be your housewife All i wanted was to be your housewife I'll iron your clothes I'll shine your shoes I'll make your bed And cook your food I'll never cheat I'll be the best girl you'd ever meet And for a diamond ring I'll do these kinds of things I'll scrub your floor Never be a bore I'd tuck you in I do not snore I'd wear your black eyes Bake you apple pies I won't ask whys And i try not to cry I'll always be by your side Even when you're down and out I'll always be by your side Even when you're down and out And its nearly midnight And all i want with my life Is to be a housewife Is to be a housewife 'Cause it's nearly midnight And all i want with my life Is to die a housewife Is to die a housewife