# CCLXXXIII - Os despojos do dia

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(Vila Nova de Gaia, Dez/08)

O rio Douro devolveu, desta vez, um boneco. E lembrou-me a miúda de cinco anos que, em 2005, o pai e a avó lançaram a este mesmo rio.

Misérias humanas. Monstruosidades. E inocentes... e canções. Há sempre uma canção, costumo dizer.

Explorando o Verão Indiano deles, ainda me quedo neste tema dos Partisan Seed (de Filipe Miranda - ex-Kafka), que integra o álbum de estreia desta formação musical (de 2006).


YOU KNOWN WHAT I MEAN

please don't hate a soldier who hides a veteran smile.
think of blood and violence as the great wound of his life.
please don't hate the partisan who killed your nazi son.
a soldier is a pain that never goes away...

please don't hate a writer of songs who hides behind a name.
think of sound and poetry as the beauty of the game.
please don't hate the critics who try to kill your partisan.
an artist is a pain that never goes away...
you know what i mean...
you know what to say.

# CCLXXXII - To Whom It May Concern

[I've got one hand in my pocket... And the other one is...]

Ella Fitzgerald - This Time The Dream's on Me
Songwriters: Arlen, Harold; Mercer, Johnny.


Somewhere, someday
We'll be close together, wait and see
Oh by the way,
This time the dream's on me

You take my hand
And you look at me adoringly
But as things stand
This time the dream's on me

It would be fun
To be certain that I'm the one
To know that I, at least, supply
the shoulder you cry upon

To see you through
Till you're everything you want to be
It can't be true, but
This time the dream's on me

(bridge)

It would be fun
To be certain that I'm the one
To know that I, at least, supply
the shoulder you cry upon

To see you through
Till you're everything you want to be
It can't be true, but
This time the dream's on me