Big love... still

Muitos dias haviam passado. Demasiados dias pelas contas dele. Demasiadas manhãs em que despertara solitário e aplicara o ritual muito treinado – duche, barba, fato, nó da gravata, café de filtro com um farrapo de leite e algo para trincar, dentes escovados e saída para a garagem. No carro, invariavelmente, o ar condicionado e “the xx” a tocar repetitivamente.

Watch things on VCRs

With me and talk about big love

I think we’re superstars

You say you think we are the best thing

You’ve applied the pressure

To have me crystalised

And you’ve got the faith

That I can bring paradise

I am yours now

So now I don’t ever have to leave

I’ve been found out

So now I’ll never explore

Please don’t say we’re done

When I’m not finished

I could give so much more

Make you feel, like never before

Welcome, they said, welcome to the floor

For the desired effect

Would you come back August or June, June

And I hate that tomorrow’s too soon

I’ll take you in pieces

We can take it all apart

I’ve suffered shipwrecks right from the start

I’ve been underwater, breathing out and in

I think I’m losing where you end and I begin

I can't give it up

To someone else's touch

Because I care too much

But if stars, shouldn’t shine

By the very first time

Then dear it’s fine, so fine by me

Cos’ we can give it time

So much time

With me

Fragmentos. Muitos fragmentos cheios de significado e em “repeat” – too many for me! E acelerava para mais um dia sem o “Bom dia :-)”, ultrapassando pela esquerda e pela direita aquela sensação de vida repetitiva e complexamente desordenada, dia após dia.