#119 (ou Wonderful Tonight)

How pretty do you feel tonight?
You dress a nice black gown
and a smile from ear to ear
But there is something missing, isn’t it?

You hang out with your last nite friends
They can tell you some soft words
Your well-shaped legs exposed
to the light of the lamposts.

And you’ll drink a few shots of tequila
The poor bottle is the usual suspect
It’s strange, but it is not to blame,
whenever someone takes off your dress.

Don’t you feel a bit naked?
With your make-up —- Your dark shades
so easily ruined by a single tear
streaming down your cheeks.

Is there someone to clean them up?
And feel that sweet taste of salt
But there’s nothing to worry about
if you’re feeling pretty tonight

You may ask the mirror, a hobo or a clown
They all will shout how pretty you are
But doesn’t matter how many times you tell that to yourself,
still, there’s something missing.

Perhaps, if you look above,
you might see your reflex in the stars
They will tell you lots of things
But not how wonderful you are

Stars fall, so does kings
But you can’t do that, right, babe?
If you stand on your knees
Your dress would be full of sand.

When you get home, the parade will be gone
But what thought will flash by your mind?
Will be the tasteless kiss from the strangers
you use to make yourself blind?

Hopefully, there will be the day
Where will you’ll wake up with a headache
but you’ll feel beautiful again
like in those days you were mine.

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6 thoughts on “#119 (ou Wonderful Tonight)

  1. “When you get home, the parade will be gone
    But what thought will flash by your mind?
    Will be the tasteless kiss from the strangers
    you use to make yourself blind?”

    que lindo, que nostálgico…

  2. “Perhaps, if you look above,
    you might see your reflex in the stars
    They will tell you lots of things
    But not how wonderful you are”

    Oh Gosh!! No comments…

  3. ”Estás partindo de mim
    e eu pressinto que me partes,
    e partindo, em ti me vai levando,
    como eu que fico
    e em mim vou te criando.
    Tanto mais tu me despedes
    e te alongas,
    tanto mais em mim vou te buscando
    e me alongando,
    tanto mais em mim vou te compondo
    e com a lembrança de teu ser
    me conformando.

    Estás partindo de mim
    e eu pressinto
    na verdade, há muito que partias,
    há muito que eu consinto
    que tu partas como um mito…

    Mas não és o único que partes
    nem eu a única que fico:
    sei que juntos e contrários
    nos partimos:
    -pois tanto mais nos desencontros nos revemos,
    tanto mais nas despedidas consentimos.”

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