Cycling #07

Rap album of the year? Maybe.

Os Bons Rapazes Acabam em Último

A calça justa, de bainha subida, revelava o tornozelo mordido pelo pedal. Os cabelos, apanhados sem grande compromisso, navegavam ao sabor do vento com a mesma elegância do corpo. Subtil, sereno, confiante.

Havia algo instintivamente sexual na sua presença, na forma como os movimentos deslizavam com uma fluidez quase perfeita.

Parámos lado a lado. Olhei para o semáforo, observei os casais e famílias que caminhavam junto a nós. Olhei e olhei mas não ousei olhar. Não queria comprometer a imagem que havia construído. Mas não resisti.

Olhámo-nos nos olhos, como que por acidente, talvez não. Nem a mais elaborada e favorecida das minhas construções lhe teria feito jus. Sorri, ela sorriu. O semáforo ficou verde.

Pedalei com velocidade redobrada. Nunca mais olhei para trás.

Henry Rollins Ruined My Life

"-Oh so you're into punk...tell me your favourite punk band then!
 -It's really boring...
 -Nah c'mon, it's fine.
 -Green Day."

Youth

Shadows settle on the place, that you left.

Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.

Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time.

From the perfect start to the finish line.

And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones.

'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.

Setting fire to our insides for fun

Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong

The lovers that went wrong.

We are the reckless,

We are the wild youth

Chasing visions of our futures

One day we'll reveal the truth

That one will die before he gets there.

And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones.

'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.

We're setting fire to our insides for fun.

Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home,

It was a flood that wrecked this...

... and you caused it...

... and you caused it...

... and you caused it...

Well I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette,

I'm a lifeless face that you'll soon forget,

My eyes are damp from the words you left,

Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.

Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.

And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one,

'Cause most of us are bitter over someone.

Setting fire to our insides for fun,

To distract our hearts from ever missing them.

But I'm forever missing him.

And you caused it,

And you caused it,

And you caused it.