Todo dia e toda noite

Hoje foi um dia "daqueles". Dia de ser atropelada pela vida e suas demandas sempre urgentes. Mais um dia em que me perdi entre as tais prioridades. Dia que virou noite sem que eu percebesse, noite que chegou sem que eu desse trégua. É a vida em movimento, constante e crescente. Amo muito tudo isso e vivo nesse 220 frenético, tentando respirar quando me lembro, tomando água quando dá tempo de abastecer a garrafa, angustiada com a caixa de e-mails que despenca mil mensagens a cada refresh. Assumindo broncas e expectativas mil. Mas conhecendo outros assuntos, dividindo a vida com gente animada e sempre em busca de mais vida, em contínuo exercício da função sem que isso exclua sorriso, piada, troca, concordar, discordar, aprender. COMPARTILHAR. Para ilustrar a noite de sono que me espera depois de tanto movimento, @micaelsilva me deu a dica. Grata surpresa ouvir canção tão doce e poder reconhecer meu sono diário em um videoclipe incrível. Boa noite, sweeties. Com a promessa de uma dose menor de cafeína (e maior de entusiasmo) para amanhã.



HER MORNING ELEGANCE (Oren Lavie)

Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in its case

Soon she's down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up

And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows

Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love

And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows

And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
Where people are pleasently strange
And counting the change
And She goes...
Nobody knows