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.

2004-10-22

Lucinda is blue again

Something About What Happens When We Talk
de Lucinda Williams

If I had my way,
I'd be in your town.
I might not stay, but at least I would have been around
'Cos there's somethin' about what happens when we talk
Somethin' about what happens when we talk
Does this make sense? It doesn't matter anyway.
Is it coincidence?
Or was it meant to be.
'Cos there's something' about what happens when we talk
Somethin' about what happens when we talk.
And conversation with you,
was like a drug.
It wasn't your face so much as it was your words.
'Cos there's somethin' about what happens when we talk.
Somethin' about what happens when we talk.
I can't stick around, I'm goin' back south.
But all I regret now,
Is I never kissed your mouth.
Cos there's somethin' about what happens when we talk.
Somethin' about happens when we talk.