3:19 - Galois y Miguel Ángel Silvestre - Últimas palabras

Por trás da casa, atrás de nós, o húmido marulho de pássaros frágeis que destecem a sombra.
A teu lado, o corpo de quem te convida à manhã do mundo.
[manuel gusmão]
Hardly.
My heart is cut out in four pieces; they say it's buried in the four pockets of a
stolen pool table.
The one on me now I bought from a heartshop attendant who had a
second-hand heart store in a whorish landscape;
she sold little saddish hearts of
French cards and of rabbits, of tattoos of a lazy sailor, of a lullaby rhyme and of
artichoke.
She laid on me one just for appearances that doesn't hurt, cut out of a
bandoneon player's apron; and with a little tin needle and some brown smoke thread,
she embroidered it on my belly.
She said that was the right thing for someone who,
like myself, am a shadow Maria, and for being a shadow - just a shadow -
I'll be
shadow and a virgin forever.
She said so while she sewed
and I can hardly remember!
FIRST PSYCHOANALYST (Sung)
THE SHADOW OF MARIA (Sung)
Of the endless grays of yore
I can only remember
the one cruel mystery that cried:
"Be born!"
And when I came to live
it smiled...
And when finally it saw me like this,
so definite and so myself,
it bit itself and cried:
"Drop dead!"
¡Loco!
¡Loco!
¡Loco!
Como un acróbata demente saltaré,
sobre el abismo de tu escote hasta sentir
que enloquecí tu corazón de libertad...¡
Ya vas a ver!
[balada para un loco, astor piazzolla]