Killing me softly ...

Lanço a moeda de costas e sinto-a a embater na água. Afunda-se num movimento em espiral que só termina ao encontrar o fundo da fonte. Agora, como num gesto estudado, deita-se devagar iludindo na água a gravidade e outras leis.
As moedas que aí repousam são a prova do sonho de muitos. A minha seria mais uma e, como as outras, cumpria a tradição. Em Roma sê romano; o meu desejo ficou registado.
Havia de regressar!

La Dolce Vita!

Maria Cucinotta; luz, sombras e muito calor ... chamem o Fellini para a imortalizar.


KARAOKE

(Chorus)
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly, with his song

I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him, and listen for a while
And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes

(repeat chorus)

I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters, and read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on

(repeat chorus)

He sang as if he knew me, and all my dark despair
and then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there
And he just kept on singing, singing clear and strong

(repeat chorus till fade)