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Ventania

Na margem certa da vida, a esquerda.

Ventania

Na margem certa da vida, a esquerda.

origem

Sempre gostei muito da música da Alanis Morrissete, da cadência não óbvia com que canta letras com as quais me identifico tantas vezes. Gosto da quase sobre-exposição de peito aberto, das suas verdades atiradas em velocidade.


Fica aqui uma das mais recentes, Torch, do álbum "Flavors of Entanglement":





 



 


I miss your smell and your style 

And your pure abiding way 

Miss your approach to life 

And your body in my bed 

Miss your take on anything 

And the music you would play 

Miss cracking up and wrestling 

Our debriefs at end of day
 



These are the things that I miss 

These are not times for the weak of heart 

These are the days of raw despondence 


And I never dreamed I would 

have to lay down my torch for 

you like this 




I miss your neck and your gait 

And your sharing what you write 

Miss you walking through the front door 


Documentaries in your hand 

Miss traveling our traveling 


And your fun and charming friends 

Miss our Big Sur getaways 

And to watch you love my dogs
 



These are the things that I miss 

These are not times for the weak of heart 

These are the days of raw despondence 

And I never dreamed I would 

have to lay down my torch for 

you like this 



One step one prayer 

I soldier on 

Simulating moving on 




I miss your warmth and the thought 

Of us bringing up our kids 

And the part of you that walks with 

your stick-tied handkerchief 



These are the things that I miss 

These are not times for the weak of heart 

These are the days of raw despondence 

And I never dreamed I would 

have to lay down my torch for 

you like this