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.

2004-10-19

Bartender Blues

Bartender Blues
composta por James Taylor mas ninguém a canta melhor que o velho George Jones

I´m just a bartender
And I don´t like my work
But I don´t mind the money at all
I see lots of sad faces
And lots of bsd cases of
Folks with their backs to the wall
But I need four walls around me
To hold my life
To keep me from going astray
And a honky-tonk angel
To hold me tight
To keep me from slipping away
I can light up your smokes
I can laugh at your jokes
I can watch you fall down on your knees
I can close down this bar
I can gas up my car
I can pack up and mail in the key
But I need four walls around me
To hold my life
To keep me from going astray
And a honky-tonk angel
To hold me tight
To keep me from slipping away
Now the smoke fills the air
In this honky-tonk bar
And I´m thinking ´bout
Where I´d rather be
But I burned all my bridges
I sank all ships and
I´m stranded at the edge of the sea
But I need four walls around me
To hold my life
To keep me from going astray
And a honky-tonk angel
To hold me tight
To keep me from slipping away