Oitavo Andar
Clarice Falcão
Eighth Floor
When I saw you close the door
I thought about throwing myself out the eighth floor window
Where Mrs. Maria lives, because she adores me
And I can always come in
It was about time for you to arrive at T
Look in the mirror at your hair, talk to your Zé
And see me falling on top of you
Like an anvil falls on any cartoon
And then, just the two of us on the cold floor
Spooning right on the curb
On the asphalt marked with chalk
Imagine what a happy scene
When the paramedics arrived
And the firefighters removed our bodies from Leblon
We would go to the morgue
Playing serious, lying down comfortably
Each one like a popsicle
With the same tag on the foot
In the autopsy it would be possible to see
How I only died for you
When I saw you close the door
I thought about throwing myself out the eighth floor window
Instead, I turned around
And ate a whole blackberry pie for dinner
