A música que mais fielmente pode representar os meus sentimentos do momento. Basta trocar os nomes dos personagens e uma palavra ou outra. De qualquer forma, esta música me deu inspiração para reescrevê-la em português com uma mudancinha ou outra na postagem de 6 de Julho de 2009 no meu blog http://pascholatti.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-brilhante-presente-de-aldo.html .
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But lately Waldo had begun to worry. He had trouble sleeping at night and when
he did, he had horrible dreams. He lay awake at night, tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the smooth soothing of
some neanderthal, finally submitting to the final caresses of sexual oblivion.
It was more than the human mind could bear.
Visions of Marsha's faithlessness haunted him. Daytime fantasies of sexual
abandon permeated his thoughts. And the thing was, they wouldn't understand how
she really was. He, Waldo, alone understood this. He had intuitively grasped
every nook and cranny of her psyche. He had made her smile. She needed him, and
he wasn't there (Awww...).
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