segunda-feira, 10 de novembro de 2008
She rolled down her panty hose as a bluesy Ray Charles came on with Georgia on My Mind. I closed my eyes, put both feet up on the table and swizzled the minutes around my head like the ice in a drink.Everything, everything, seemed once-upon-a-time. The clothes on the floor, the music, the conversation. Round and round it goes, and where it stops everyone knows.Like a dead heat on the merry-go-round. No one pulls ahead, no one gets left behind. You always get to the same spot.
Haruki Murakami in Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World