O ano que passa, o ano que chega...

Old Jerusalem, Love and Cows - The Temple Bell (o video não está grande coisa mas sugere-se aos interessados que voltem ao lugar do crime, a ZDB, a 18 de Abril, às 23h)

«We fabricate the concepts but fundamentally fail to connect *

We find awkward our true feelings and give them shapes more 'politically correct'

Like when you are bored of me and you won´t take another night

Becomes “we are not communicating, something isn´t right”

Well, it is, that is just the way things are

The end of love sometimes find us sobbing in the car

I have always been a mama’s boy, I can´t cook a meal to save me

With the clothes, I don´t know what is what and my algebra betrays me

When it´s time to add up to the month’s expenses

When it came to money you were always the one wearing the pants, here

In my hands, though economically trained, money tends to disappear

But the pile of CD's grows proportionately

Same with the books on the shelves, placed like we like them carelessly.

Girl, sometimes you’re a drag, but I see now how sometimes you can´t surrender

Yes, it was me, some friends, including that girl that you don´t like to remember

We had fun, we caught the sundown at the pier

Later we went out and by then the talking made it clear

I was wrong, I might have induced a mistake

But there was nothing we could do, it was too late

I´m growing old, they tell me that my belly´s getting fat

It´s good to hear you say you don´t see it all like that

I too think that my belly is just fine

There´s something wrong with these times, people waste way too much time

Pumping iron or running ‘round in gyms

Trying desperately to keep young, to be beautiful and thin

I follow the directions as they come, I don´t do that to annoy ya

And you see today how it was then for me, since now you too have myopia

It´s not easy to wake up and see a blur

And I know that you were mad, but these things they may occur

I was careful, I just didn´t see the cow

It just broke one of it´s horns anyhow

Plus, who’d think of leaving that thing on the floor?...My arguing annoys you even more

Still, we end up making love, because when "Love & Cows" are mentioned

That thing we know inside our minds grabs hold of our attention

And our minds and bodies just sensually click

I fall between your boobs and you on my dick»

Há um amigo, destes (blogosféricos) e de outros combates, que faz anos hoje. Sei que preferia ignorar o dia, que se sente cansado e que não está a ser um ano fácil. Espero, ainda assim, que o dia lhe tenha sido leve, que tenha sentido o privilégio de estar vivo e de ir somando dias, experiências e surpresas. Espero, ainda com mais força (e que a esperança mude o mundo, pelo menos o nosso, pequenino, do quotidiano) que a passagem de mais um ano lhe traga um amor da dimensão que merece, daqueles que nos libertam e nos abrem os sentidos de par em par, dos capazes de abençoar os dias e fazer-nos sonhar com as noites...Que nos seus ombros se abram asas e que voe para onde deseja. Que conquiste o tempo e o espaço e os torne só seus, numa vida grata de coisas boas, como ele gosta. E, como está mais habituado a dar do que a receber, que este seja também o ano em que na sua direcção se estendam dádivas e se desbravem caminhos....Parabéns!

* A letra foi roubada, vilmente, daqui. Aliás, sugiro a audição no mesmo sítio.