As coisas que nos lembramos depois de outras
coisas... Não é com certeza
la memme femme nem o mesmo universo, até talvez será um muito mais próximo da vida real de cada um de nós, "irremediavelmente perdido", talvez...
With her killer graces
And her secret places
That no boy can fill
With her hands on her hips
Oh and that smile on her lips
Because she knows that it kills me
With her soft French cream
Standing in that doorway like a dream
I wish she'd just leave me alone
Because French cream won't soften
them boots
And French kisses will not break
the heart of stone
With her long hair falling
And her eyes that shine like a midnight sun
Oh she's the one
She's the one
...
...
Oh and just one kiss
She'd fill them long summer nights
With her tenderness
That secret pact you made
Back when her love could save you
From the bitterness
Oh she's the one
Oh she's the one
Oh she's the one
Oh she's the one
She's the one, by Bruce Springsteen, 1975
Born To Run (30th RM), 2005