NEM MAIS
Nem de propósito, caro Jorge. É assim que me tenho andado a sentir: "macambúzio". E não deve ser do Outono, de longe a minha estação preferida. Para aliviar (ou talvez não...), uma musiquinha do grande e injustamente esquecido Johnny Mercer:
The Autumn Leaves
The Falling leaves drift by my window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips the summer kisses
The sunburned hands I used to hold
Since you went away the days are long
And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
The Autumn Leaves
The Falling leaves drift by my window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips the summer kisses
The sunburned hands I used to hold
Since you went away the days are long
And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
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