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Sabor profundo de frutos maduros. Silvados. Vividos de intenção.
Lufada promissória de olhares infindáveis nos olhos quentes da manhã.
Raio de sol com três laivos da melodia de mim.

um dia queria fazer uma viagem de balão

Pode ser que seja hoje.

Sim eu sei...

Agora... Agora tenho de arranjar um gravador para cada palavra que se solta de cada vez que vejo/ouço isto.
Sei que surjo aos 2:39.
A partir daí, não partilho.

queria ter um pequeno ponei so meu

a propósito da música...

...leiam a letra:


I join the queue on your answer phone
And all I am is holding breath
Just pick up I know you're there
Can't you hear?
I'm not myself

Well, go ahead and lie to me
You could say anything
Small talk will be just fine
Your voice is everything
We owe it to love
And it all depends on you

So listen up
The sun hasn't set
(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
Just hear me out
I'm not over you yet
(It's love on the line, can you handle it?)

So how do I do normal?
A smile I fake
the "per-ma-nent-way"
cue-cards and fix-it kits
Can't you tell?
I'm not myself

I'm a slow motion accident
Lost in coffee rings and fingerprints
I don't wanna feel anything but I do
And it all comes back to you

So listen up
"This" sun hasn't set
(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
Just hear me out
I'm not over you yet
(It's love on the line, can you handle it?)

Hear me out
Listen up
This time you gotta listen to me - yeah
Look at me straight
Just hear me out
Don't make me wait
I'm not myself
I can't take this
Love's on the line
Is that your final answer?

I join the queue on your answer phone
And all I am is holding breath
Just pick up, I know you're there...

So listen up
"This" sun hasn't set
(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
Just hear me out
I'm not over you yet
(It's love on the line, can you handle it?)

(tem tanto a ver com a pista, n tem?)

agora ia um chá....

Vou tomar um ali a Marrocos, já venho