sábado, 5 de janeiro de 2008

Ando me infiltrando pelas paredes e daqui a pouco o vizinho vai reclamar com a minha mãe. Cada vez mais branca de gesso e reboco. Queria ser abduzida, esquecer da minha face, entrar em outro corpo, e por dias e horas sentir o imenso prazer de não ser eu, de ser outro/a, outros pensamentos, outra vida.

My mama told me, ever since I was seven,
Hold your head up high.
My parents told my ever since I was eleven,
Hold your head up high.
They said the answer was to become a dancer,
Hold your head high.
Oh, just like I figured,
they're always disfigured
With their heads up high.
Now Im older, Im getting so much bolder
With my head up high
Oh, as I figured, just like I figured
Since your heads up high, baby.
Oh, just like I figured,
You know, they was disfigured
Hold your head up high.
You know, they says the answer was to become a dancer
Hold your head high, boy.