Para contrariar a impossibilidade de me encontrar com toda a gente ao mesmo tempo quando venho à capital, um dos muitos bónus de cá vir é o mano.
"Anda cá, mana."
"Já é tarde, mano. Dorme."
"Não, quero mostrar-te uma coisa bonita. Daquelas mesmo bonitas."
"Diz lá."
"Senta-te aqui e escuta."
(Ouço a voz, quase mulher às vezes, limpa e sem tremer, de Chet Baker: We'll have a blue room. A new room for two room. Where ev'ry day's a holiday. Because you're married to me. Not like a ballroom. A small room, a hall room. Where I can smoke my pipe away. With your wee head upon my knee. We will thrive on, keep alive on. Just nothing but kisses. With mister and missus. On little blue chairs. You sew your trousseau. And robinson crusoe. Is not so far from worldly cares. As our blue room far away upstairs. Beleza...)
"Anda cá, mana."
"Já é tarde, mano. Dorme."
"Não, quero mostrar-te uma coisa bonita. Daquelas mesmo bonitas."
"Diz lá."
"Senta-te aqui e escuta."
(Ouço a voz, quase mulher às vezes, limpa e sem tremer, de Chet Baker: We'll have a blue room. A new room for two room. Where ev'ry day's a holiday. Because you're married to me. Not like a ballroom. A small room, a hall room. Where I can smoke my pipe away. With your wee head upon my knee. We will thrive on, keep alive on. Just nothing but kisses. With mister and missus. On little blue chairs. You sew your trousseau. And robinson crusoe. Is not so far from worldly cares. As our blue room far away upstairs. Beleza...)
