The National estiveram no Manta, uma noite de verão, sexta feira de quase lua cheia. o calor a destilar as ideias e os líquidos do corpo. da minha lista de pedidos faltaram estas weird memories de City Middle:
...
You were parking your car, you said, I'm overwhelmed
You were thinking out loud, you said, I'm overwhelmed
You said, I think I'm like Tennessee Williams
I wait for the click
I wait, but it doesn't kick in
...
You were parking your car, you said, I'm overwhelmed
You were thinking out loud, you said, I'm overwhelmed
You said, I think I'm like Tennessee Williams
I wait for the click
I wait, but it doesn't kick in
...
ainda assim, deu para sacar do meu par de luvas verdes, encorpar a postura enclausurada e contraída de Matt Berninger, soltar-me, ganhando balanço para o Secret Meeting, e finalmente dissolver-me nas imagens de alucinação de um certo verão.
[ka@ccvf, guimarães, 18/7/08]
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