Sopra-se no fumo da noite

billie

Devem ser as tan­tas da manhã. Esta mulher de cabelo apa­nhado, rosto limpo, sopra pala­vras com uma vibra­ção suave, dolente, alguns ris­cos de rou­qui­dão. E há homens escon­di­dos na noite: sopram à volta dela, perto e longe dela.

Balou­çam, ligei­ros, os brin­cos nos lóbu­los da mulher que sopra. Na boca dela desenha-se, fine and mel­low, a doçura noc­turna, per­dida, de um sor­riso. A mara­vi­lhosa iro­nia do seu olhar.

São estas as palavras que a boca de Billie Holliday sopra. Escreveu-as ela também.

My man don’t love me
Treats me oh so mean
My man he don’t love me
Treats me awfully
He’s the lowest man
That I’ve ever see
He wears high trimmed pants
Stripes are really yellow
He wears high trimmed pants
Stripes are really yellow
But when he starts in to love me
He’s so fine and mellow
Love will make you drink and gamble
Make you stay out all night long
Love will make you drink and gamble
Make you stay out all night long
Love will make you do things
That you know is wrong
But if you treat me right baby
I’ll stay home everyday
If you treat me right baby
I’ll stay home everyday
But you’re so mean to me baby
I know you’re gonna drive me away
Love is just like the faucet
It turns off and on
Love is like the faucet
It turns off and on
Sometimes when you think it’s on baby
It has turned off and gone

 

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