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HÁ NOITES ASSIM

ecléticas até ao limite. Tudo misturado. No bolso ainda está o belo pequeno volume de Auden, hardbound da Everymen’s Library Pocket Poets. O poema para amanhã está marcado pelo bilhete do vaporetto, outro, para altura nenhuma, pela fita de nastro amarela. E ouço sem ter coragem para desligar … as mulheres da country a cantar com uma força sem paralelo. A grande Patsy Cline a cantar I Fall To Pieces

I fall to pieces each time I see you again
I fall to pieces, how can I be just your friend?

You want me to act like we've never kissed
You want me to forget, pretend we've never met
And I've tried and I've tried but I haven't yet
You walk by and I fall to pieces

e Tammy Winette, quase num grito,

Sometimes its hard to be a woman
Giving all your love to just one man
You'll have bad times
And he'll have good times
Doing things that you don't understand

But if you love him you'll forgive him
Even though he's hard to understand
And if you love him
Oh be proud of him
'Cause after all he's just a man

Stand by your man…

Devia ser proibido.