Small blue thing

Today I am
A small blue thing
Like a marble
Or an eye

With my knees against my mouth
I am perfectly round
I am watching you

I am cold against your skin
You are perfectly reflected
I am lost inside your pocket
I am lost against
Your fingers

I am falling down the stairs
I am skipping on the sidewalk
I am thrown against the sky

I am raining down in pieces
I am scattering like light
Scattering like light
Scattering like light

Today I am
A small blue thing
Made of china
Made of glass

I am cool and smooth and curious
I never blink
I am turning in your hand
Turning in your hand
Small blue thing

"Small Blue Thing", Suzanne Vega


Depois de esquecer o motivo do jantar.
Depois de me esquecer de ti chorando sobre o meu umbigo.
Foi bom lembrares-me de nós.
Foi bom ouvires-me cantar.
Foi bom lembrares-me que há quem sinta o mesmo que eu e o transforme em algo de belo.