sábado, 18 de abril de 2009

o turista de lua nos olhos.

sabe aqueles textos que te arrepiam o corpo inteiro, aquelas declarações tão sinceras e intensas, tão cheias de lua nos olhos? quisera eu ter escrito o dia 26 de setembro do ano passado dele. quisera eu ter feito parte de tudo isso.

"Sexta-feira, Setembro 26, 2008

because it was at all so warm and tender, because it was the breath beyond the breath, the secret out of all the hipsters that had been here out one day, just to care about you and me and all the people around and it was all so warm and tender. ain't got no more obsession with things that don't exist, because it is all here and it all do exist. tonight, while we were on stage, i felt the movement of the song, the feather out in the mandolin, the soft word at your ear and all the crowd feelin' touched. the song was holdin' everything, with its magic hands that did set us in row to meet each other, one day, and we did it. then, everything got everything, without any magic - if there was not you. giving roses, giving words, giving chords and all the care we leave floatin' in the air everyone can breath. and so do we, little one. let's work it all every day, every single day, with the gentleness we shared since the very first day we met, because even if we didn't know, we love each other since that day. but tonight, it was different. it was more. it was cheerful, it was inevitable, it was lovin' scene between a boy that just found out had found the most important blessing, the definite breeze, most important than anything, because it all turned to a definite blessing - from the song about you and me. right now, right now, my one, i've just had some more minutes with god. he just came as a livin' proof, in the middle of my hopeful
fingers and said: "go to her, stay with her, and be prepared to grow". because now it is all so warm, and deep, and right. i've never been so sure, i've been quite so surprised with so much love. never thought it could get me one day - this way, this measure, this ain't coming back, because ain't no way it is wrong. all the love that is spread when we move our best thoughts to the visions of ourselves. in the couch, in the cloud, in the song, in the concert, in the dance, in the piano, in the life we feel so surprised to be sharing together. because i feel right now a better man, cured, healed and happy. nothing's gonna hold me, nothing's gonna criticize us, nothing's gonna separate us (although life had tried it hard last days we had).

whenever you're feeling lonely, i'll be a whisper at the dancin' mixed shoes. whoever you're talking trostky, i'll be around to get the sweetest kiss. wherever you're dreamin' about roamin', i'll be your walking boots. whatever you're thinkin' of love, i'll be the truest touch.
such
a
chill.

the purest thought of a man.


(got out in g. ortiz street with the moon in my eyes).

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posted by O Turista : 01:44"

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