Há-as daquelas que nos deixam estarrecidos. Primeiro uma imagem global; depois são os flashes que nos cegam os sentidos, surgindo sem intermitência numa mente em derrapagem inescapável.
Somos construídos de pedaços, não sendo então espanto as quantas vezes saboreamos a sensação do ser despedaçado.
Dos pedaços (re)constrói-se o todo; e o ciclo precipita-se em repetição.
"It's time to pack my bag, it's time to just move on
She sang, Johnny, I'm gone, gone, gone
And she was gone
She was a schoolboy's dream, I was out my mind
She was lookin' fine
She said «You want to drive me home»
But what I didn't know...
I was dancing with the Queen of New Orleans
Dancing in the streets of New Orleans
Dancing cheet to cheek in New Orleans
It was almost like a dream
She was more than a girl, she was a cabaret star
I was a deer in the lights of a speeding car
Nothing's what it seems
She was a Venus de Milo in her sister's jeans"
'Queen of New Orleans', Bon Jovi
Publicado por PmA em setembro 16, 2004 03:47 PM