A PRIMEIRA MULHER

Texto de autoria de AustMathr Viking Dubliner e Inglesa Luso-Chinesa com direito autoral protegido pela Lei 9610/98. 

Minha alma curiosa de sopro de vida e beleza, É meu presente de louvor aguçado e espuma do mar, O castigo de quem se precipita no olhar, Pretende escalar o céu para destronar meu senhor, De quem prometeu e desobedeceu, Brincando com  fogo de arder na água, Com a paixão que carrego em meu coração, Minha alma curiosa de arte e persuasão, É meu presente de espírito da vida e sensualidade, O castigo de quem se demora no olhar, Pretende comigo casar e não deixa-me abrir meu presente de amor, De quem quer dominar e acaba por se descuidar, Brincando com todos os males da humanidade que têm sua origem somente no sexo forte, Com a esperança que preservo para o mundo, Com a elegância de meus movimentos, A suavidade de minha voz, Minha força interior que brota da vontade de meu senhor, Um castigo para a masculinidade que queria só para si toda a autoridade.     

Paper Bag
Fiona Apple

[Verse 1]

I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star

To pray on, or wish on, or something like that

I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy

Whose reality I knew, was a hopeless to be had

But then the dove of hope began its downward slope

And I believed for a moment that my chances

Were approaching to be grabbed

But as it came down near, so did a weary tear

I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag

[Chorus]

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills

'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up

I got to fold cause these hands are too shaky to hold

Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

[Verse 2]

And I went crazy again today

Looking for a strand to climb, looking for a little hope

Baby said he couldn't stay

Wouldn't put his lips to mine and a fail to kiss is a fail to cope

I said, "Honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified

Come on put a little love here in my void,"

He said "It's all in your head,"

And I said, "So's everything" but he didn't get it

I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy

[Chorus]

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills

'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up

I got to fold cause these hands are too shaky to hold

Hunger hurts, but starving works

When it costs too much to love

Hunger hurts but I want him so bad, oh it kills

'Cause I know I'm a mess that he don't wanna clean up

I got to fold cause these hands are just too shaky to hold

Hunger hurts, but starving works me

When it costs too much to love

Hunger hurts but I want him so bad, oh it kills

'Cause I know I'm a mess that he don't wanna clean up

I got to fold cause these hands are just too shaky to hold

Hunger hurts, but starving, it works

When it costs too much to love, hmm hmm;