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Pneumotórax

Pneumotórax

Febre, hemoptise, dispnéia e suores noturnos.
A vida inteira que podia ter sido e que não foi.
Tosse, tosse, tosse.

Mandou chamar o médico:

– Diga trinta e três.
– Trinta e três… trinta e três… trinta e três…
– Respire.
…………………………………………………………

– O senhor tem uma escavação no pulmão esquerdo e o
[pulmão direito infiltrado.
– Então, doutor, não é possível tentar o pneumotórax?
– Não. A única coisa a fazer é tocar um tango argentino.

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Pneumotórax

Fiebre, hemoptisis, disnea y sudores nocturnos.
La vida entera que podía haber sido y que no fue.
Tose, tose, tose.

Mandó llamar al médico:

-Diga treinta y tres.
-Treinta y tres… treinta y tres… treinta y tres…
-Respire.

………………………………………………………

Tiene usted una excavación en el pulmón izquierdo
y el pulmón derecho infiltrado.

-Entonces, doctor ¿no es posible intentar el pneumotórax?
No. Lo único que nos queda por hacer es tocar un tango argentino.

Versión del portugués, Mario Bojórquez

NOTAS

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Stick Men - The Tempest

The Tempest

Took a walk up on Riverside
by the Fireman’s Stone
where a wall of candles said 
they would not spend this night alone

Meanwhile under the city
where the tunnels run hot
exchanging glances shared tonight
what before we could not

Ah… connected now, 
joined at the hip
Much deeper and steeper 
than your ipso facto citizenship

Ah… connected now,
fused by the fire
We used to look up to our leaders,
but now we‘re looking higher

It travels deep like the rivers
when they‘ve grown into a flood
When we feel the rhythm of the ages
hear it singing in our blood

It flows as murky as our history
It sits as ancient as the stones
We sense it pulling us together
something tribal in our bones

Sooner or later
we know the tempest will come
Laying waste all that‘s before it
taking lives but sparing some

And in the cold night that follows
as we huddle by the flame
Something new has come upon us
but something ancient still remains

Ah… connected now
What was there beneath the things we lost
was hiding under the surface until 
the day we were the tempest-tossed

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Written by Tony Levin, Markus Reuter, Pat Mastelotto

Tony Levin: Stick and Voice
Markus Reuter: U8 and AU8 Touch Guitars (www.touchguitars.com) and Voice
Pat Mastelotto: Acoustic and Electronic Drums and Percussion

Mix and post-production by Benjamin Schäfer and Markus Reuter for www.unsung-productions.com
Mastered by Lee Fletcher