estradas perdidas

Atrás de casa, encoberta por tufos de erva daninha, silvas e bidões abandonados, o comboio de janelas iluminadas vinha das Quintãs e silvou depois do túnel em curva, em direcção a Aveiro. Ali ao lado há uma estrada, a minha primeira estrada. Mulheres e homens cruzam-na impelindo teimosamente os pedais das bicicletas. Junto à vitrine de um pronto-a-vestir lê-se "Modas Katita". De uma taberna, saem dois homens que se dirigem para duas Famel-Zundapp. Estrada perdida.


Lonely Feeling

Lonely Feeling
de Robert Earl Keen (clique no título e obtenha informação sobre o autor)

It’s a long stretch of highway at midnight in New Mexico
It’s a small colored light that shines from your car radio
It’s the old motel owner who sleeps on a cot
And gives you the very last cup from his pot
It’s a lonely feeling it’s what you’ve got
It’s a lonely feeling like it or not
It’s a crack in the sidewalk right next to a pay telephone
It’s someone’s recorder when hoping that someone is home
It’s an hour to kill to do what you please
But nobody’s up for just shooting the breeze
It’s a lonely feeling it’s like a disease
It’s a lonely feeling you pray that it leaves
It’s three men from Chile who are tired and they wanna go home
They’ve run outta money and they’re stuck up in East Oregon
So you give them the small bit of change in your hand
You try to speak Spanish but they don’t understand
It’s a lonely feeling it gets to a man
It’s a lonely feeling that runs through the land
It’s your best friend from high school who sees you and wishes you well
You try to break through but you run outta stories to tell
So you bid him goodbye and you step into space
There’s so many questions that you cannot face
It’s a lonely feeling taking his place
It’s a lonely feeling you just can’t erase
It’s a statue of Jesus your grandmother had when she died
All cracked and all yellow and you know you should throw it aside
It’s a lonely feeling full of regret
It’s a lonely feeling won’t let you forget
It’s a bus stop, a street cop, an old dog, the new kid, a bum
It’s fright and rejected, neglected and blind after dawn
But you look in the mirror and you’re still hanging in
It’s there to remind you how lucky you’ve been
It’s a lonely feeling now and again
It’s only a feeling that comes now and then.

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