QUASE DE VOLTA mas só amanhã começa a diversão a sério. Hoje, só saudades confessas do teclado aliadas a uma "preguiça transcendental", como diria um amigo. Para já, tenho de me livrar desta música brilhante que me persegue. Revivalista, moi ? Não: é uma boa canção em qualquer ano. Até amanhã.


The Postal Service - Such Great Heights

I am thinking it's a sign
that the freckles in our eyes
are mirror images and when we kiss they are perfectly aligned

And I have to speculate
that God himself did make
us into corresponding shapes like pieces from the clay

And true, it may seem like a stretch,
but its thoughts like this that catch
my troubled head when you're away, when I'm missing you to death

When you are out there on the road
for several weeks of shows
and when you scan the radio, I hope this song will lead you home.

They will see us waving from such great heights,
"come down now", they'll say
but everything looks perfect from far away,
"come down now", but we'll stay...

I tried my best to leave
this all on your machine
but the persistent beat it sounded thin upon listening

And that frankly will not fly.
You will hear the shrillest highs
and lowest lows with the windows down when this is guiding you home.