Jun 02, 2005 21:49
walking against the wind
without a handkerchief, without id
in the sun of almost december
i go
the sun splits into three parts
spaceships, guerillas, beautiful Cardinales
i go
in faces of presidents and lots of lover's kisses, teeth, legs, and flags
bombs and Brigitte Bardot
the sun on the magazine stands fills me with joy and laziness
who reads so much news?
i go, between pictures and names
my eyes filled with colors; my heart filled with love, in vain
i go, why not?
she thinks of marriage and i never went to school again
without a handkerchief, without id
i go
i drink a Coca-Cola, she thought of marriage
a song consoles me
i go
between pictures and names,
without books, without guns, without hunger, without telephones
in the heart of brazil
she doesn't know, but i even thought about singing on tv
the sun is so beautiful
i go, without handkercheif or id, nothing in my pocket or my hands
i just want to go on living
i go, why not?
why not?