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  • “What interests me the most; only”
    — Lenine

    Right at this very moment
    Whence my leering and out
    The world is but a mirage
    The shadow of the future
    The leftovers of the past
    Haunt about the landscape

    Who’s got the upper hand
    And gets to recast loss
    Into rewards of our own
    When I look round my self
    I want to be surrounded
    By whom interests me the most; only

    Sometimes it is an instant
    The afternoon is so quiescent
    And the wind blows hither me
    Sometimes I can sense it
    And it is like missing
    A time not yet came forth
    So bring me your peaceful stillness
    Tarry my clock off and
    Render my rush undisturbed
    Give me your word
    Whisper in my ear
    What interests me the most; only

    The logic of the Zephyr
    The chaos of thought
    The peace in solitude
    The orbit of seasons
    The pause in the portrait
    The voice of intuition
    The curve of the universe
    The formula of chance
    The length of a promise
    The leap of desire

    Now and the infinity
    What interests me the most; only

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    [story] This is my personal rendition of the song "What interests me the most; only" by the Brazilian singer/composer Lenine. To me, this is one of the most beautiful songs ever written in Brazilian Portuguese. Every now and then I find myself listening to it. Curiously, there isn't one single time I do that it does not strike me so deeply and make my eyes watered and my heart profoundly quietened. Like a child's.

    [photo] This shot was taken at my favourite pizza spot in town, where I heard this song for the first time -- around 2 and 3 in the morning. I bought his album first thing next day.
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