Ventos e Aragens

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