Isto anda tudo ligado

o sentido que faz falar em funções corporais, na voz de uma tal woman who could not live with her faulty heart, é o de nos colocarmos, inequívocos, perante a pergunta:


(...)
se o corpo por si
falha e dói
para que queremos ainda
a invenção do amor?

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representa, acima de tudo, a possibilidade de nos defrontarmos, vezes e vezes sem conta, com um certo canto escuro que nos olha e tudo sabe, e que interrompe ocasionalmente o seu sono para nos chamar, como dois braços esticados na escuridão. poucas coisas confrangem tanto como a evidência de um corpo que falha, adoece e dói.





Oh, just want to push somebody
Your body won't let you
Just want to move somebody
Body won't let you
You want to feel somebody
Body won't let you
Who, who, who do you talk to?
Who do you talk to?
Who do you talk to?
When your body's in trouble
The body's in trouble
The body's in trouble
When your body's in trouble, who?

Oh, you just want to run somebody
And a body won't let you
You want to let somebody
And a body won't let you
You just want to kiss somebody
You want to feel somebody
And a body won't let you
Oh who, oh who, who do you talk to?
Who do you talk to?
Who, who do you talk to?
Oh, who do you talk to?
When a body's in trouble
Oh, the body's in trouble
Who who who do you talk to?
Oh who oh who oh who
who, who

Oh you just want to take somebody
Your body won't let you
You just want to, want to hear somebody
And a body won't let you
You just want to ride somebody
Oh a body won't let you
Who do you talk who, who do you talk to?
Who do you talk to? Who?
When a body's in trouble, a body's in trouble
When a body's in trouble, in trouble, in trouble
When a body's in a trouble
Oh, when a body's in trouble
Who who who do you talk to?
Oh who oh who oh

Mary Margaret O'Hara | Body's in trouble