Make your Move

All the late night bargains have been struck
Between the southern beaus and their belles
And prehistoric garbage trucks
Have the city to themselves
Echoes and roars of dinosaurs
They're all doing the monster mash
And most of the taxis, most of the whores
Are only taking calls for cash
I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick
My door was standing open
Security was laid back and lax
But it was only my heart got broken
You must have had a pass key made out of wax
You played robbery with insolence
And I played the blues on twelve bars down on Lover's Lane
And you never did have the intellegence to use
The twelve keys hanging off my chain
I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick
Now it's past last call for alcohol
Past recall has been here and gone
The landlord finally paid us off
The satin jazzmen have put away their horns
And we're standing outside of this wonderland
Looking so bereaved and so bereft
Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands
The bottle's empty and there's nothing left
I don't know how it happened
It was faster than the eye could flick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick

Your Latest Trick  - Dire Straits

Porque há dias em que nada os define melhor do que outros escreveram...

Percepção

Nos muros erguidos à minha volta nascem flores e ervas daninhas, numa relação de harmonia e equilíbrio, lembrando que o melhor da vida só é saboreado quando o pior cicatrizou profundamente a minha pele.
Os muros erguidos à minha volta existem para me tornar alpinista dos obstáculos que se equilibram em blocos como trapezistas de circo.
E, ao tentar trespassar, os muros erguidos à minha volta, só poderei olhar para o céu, tendo-o como limite para fugir da tentação de saber que do chão não há queda possível.
Pelos muros erguidos à minha volta, reconheço a solidão, tornando-a minha aliada na fuga permanente ao ruído ensurdecedor e confuso que o mundo se transformou.
Nos muros erguidos à minha volta reconheço o cheiro a humidade, sabendo que através dele, o verde resplandecente vive e revive a cada passagem da Primavera.
Nos muros erguidos à minha volta nascem flores e ervas daninhas e eu não consigo escolher qual a mais bela.