“Ferida” [“Wound”]

Friday, December 3

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So, I’m here. Singing Cazuza: “I want the fortune of a tranquil lover…” Would you like to keep typing? You apparently don’t, so I’m sending you an email. When you listen to the music, pay close attention… near the end there is a moment where I seem to be smiling… in the middle of song… This was when you entered MSN… Alan, where are you? What are you planning for the weekend? Okay, darling, I’m going then… ciao…

Let me be lucky, to have a quiet love
One that tastes like bitten fruit
See us clashing, swaying in our hammock
Quenching our thirst with saliva
To be your bread, to be your nutrient
To have all the love there is in life
And some spare change as a guarantee

To be an artist of our daily encounter
In hell and heaven of day-to-day life
And the poetry we cannot live
To transform boredom into song
To be your bread, to be your nutrient
To have all the love there is in life
And some poison against monotony

And if i find your hidden source
I reach fully the honey, the wound
The whole body as a hurricane
Mouth, neck, hand, but not your mind, no
To be your bread, to be your nutrient
To have all the love there is in life
And some drugs to give me joy

(“Todo o Amor Que Houver Nessa Vida,” Cazuza, 1982.)

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