they don’t know how it really feels

Superstars – David Fonseca

Your heart is broken
And you don’t seem to mind.
I guess it happens
A little too many times, too many times.
You tried and you got tired,
Those long haft written stories,
You held a fire
Right under the snow.

They don’t, they don’t,
how could they really know?

They don’t, they don’t know how it really feels,
They’re just here on holidays,
Like dummies filling landscapes.

How could they see you cry?
Do you remember me?
I was the one that held you through,
I held the spotlight
When you did that crazy dance.
Danced with you,
I felt like superstars do.
Me and you,
We’re just like superstars.

I was around you,
You couldn’t really tell.
I held you close
While you drove.
You just drove into hell you know…
A kind of hurt that binds,
A light that loves you blind,
And while your feet go,
They go deeper in the sand.
You wave and drown,
You’re waving to the crowd that sits,
But they don’t know how it really feels,
They’re just here on holidays
Like dummies filling landscapes.

How could they see you cry?
Do you remember me?
I was the one that held you through.
I held the spotlight
When you did that crazy dance with me.
Yeah, you did that crazy dance,
You did that crazy dance with me.
‘Cus they don’t know how it feels,
They’re just here on holidays,
Like dummies filling landscapes,
How could they see us cry?
Will you remember me?
I was the one that held you through,
I held the spotlight
when you did that crazy dance with me.
As I danced with you,
I felt like superstars do.
Me and you,
We’re just like superstars.
Dance with you,
Just like superstars do.

Me and you,
We’re just like superstars.

Milho Quente

E naquela tarde, o milho, alto e verde à beira da estrada, fervia como naquele final de Agosto. E depois, todos ficaram quietos e apáticos e cúmplices e cansados... a olhar, como se contemplassem uma obra de arte, de tão profundamente que o faziam.
Sim, a morte é uma formalidade. Só isso.