Entre perder, atrasar ou dormir, eu escolho todos. Acordem-me quando for tempo de escorregão seguido de queda.
É a sua cara; sua e da sua casa e de seus consangüíneos; sua e de sua janela e vista; sua, dos travesseiros e das madeiras da cama. 
A calçada, apesar de sempre, se me despede. E São Paulo inteira cheia desse cheiro de uma Fradique marginal, de uma Fradique vertendo colchonetes pela boca, dessas incursões de mutismo e vitrôs na madrugada.

Herbert - She shows no emotion at all, stares into space like a dead china doll.
Mariana - .

Thought you'd be looking for the next in line to love
Then ignore, put out, and put away
And so you'd soon be leaving me alone like I'm supposed to be
Tonight, tomorrow, and every day
There's nothing here that you'll miss
I can guarantee you this is a cloud of smoke
Trying to occupy space
What a fucking joke
What a fucking joke

I waited for a bus to separate the both of us
And take me off, far away from you
'Cos my feelings never change a bit
I always feel like shit
I don't know why, I guess that I just do
You once talked to me about love
And you painted pictures of a never never land
And I could have gone to that place
But I didn't understand
I didn't understand
I didn't understand

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