Gosto de ficar na esquina entre a Broadway e a 42a rua a observar o que me rodeia. A multidão poliglota de turistas, distribuidores de panfletos, trabalhadores apressados a se dirigirem ao metropolitano. A orgia de cores, luzes intermitentes, imagens repetitivas a acender, a encher-se e a apagar. As cotações da bolsa de valores a encherem toda a largura de um prédio. Anúncios de refrigerantes a iluminarem toda a altura de outro.
A realidade em aceleramento constante, numa ânsia de se consumir a si mesma ...
No meio de todo esse turbilhão, ergue-se uma voz subtil que glorifica o infinito incriado para onde tudo quer regressar.
Marching Bands of Manhattan (Death Cab for Cutie)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=be2LvYXOcSI
If I could open my arms
And span the length of the isle of Manhattan,
I'd bring it to where you are
Making a lake of the East River and Hudson
And if I could open my mouth
Wide enough for a marching band to march out of
They would make your name sing
And bend through alleys and bounce off other buildings.
I wish we could open our eyes
To see in all directions at the same time
Oh what a beautiful view
If you were never aware of what was around you
And it is true what you said
That I live like a hermit in my own head
But when the sun shines again
I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.
Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full
It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown [4x]
Your love is gonna drown [4x]
Your love is gonna...
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