Sempre gostei muito da música da Alanis Morrissete, da cadência não óbvia com que canta letras com as quais me identifico tantas vezes. Gosto da quase sobre-exposição de peito aberto, das suas verdades atiradas em velocidade.
Fica aqui uma das mais recentes, Torch, do álbum "Flavors of Entanglement":
I miss your smell and your style
And your pure abiding way
Miss your approach to life
And your body in my bed
Miss your take on anything
And the music you would play
Miss cracking up and wrestling
Our debriefs at end of day
These are the things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence
And I never dreamed I would
have to lay down my torch for
you like this
I miss your neck and your gait
And your sharing what you write
Miss you walking through the front door
Documentaries in your hand
Miss traveling our traveling
And your fun and charming friends
Miss our Big Sur getaways
And to watch you love my dogs
These are the things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence
And I never dreamed I would
have to lay down my torch for
you like this
One step one prayer
I soldier on
Simulating moving on
I miss your warmth and the thought
Of us bringing up our kids
And the part of you that walks with
your stick-tied handkerchief
These are the things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence
And I never dreamed I would
have to lay down my torch for
you like this
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