Eduardo e Monica

Who will one day say
That there is reason
In the things done by the heart?
And who will say
That there is no reason?

Eduardo opened his eyes, but didn't want to get up
He stayed lying down and saw what time it was
While Monica had a brandy
In the other corner of the city, as they said

Eduardo and Monica met one day by chance
And talked a lot to try to get to know each other
A guy from Eduardo's prep course said
There's a cool party, and we want to have fun

Strange party, with weird people
I'm not feeling good, I can't take any more booze
And Monica laughed, and wanted to know a little more
About the boy who was trying to impress
And Eduardo, a bit tipsy, just thought about going home
It's almost two, I'm screwed

Eduardo and Monica exchanged numbers
Then they called each other and decided to meet
Eduardo suggested a diner
But Monica wanted to see Godard's movie

They met then in the city park
Monica on a motorcycle and Eduardo on a camel
Eduardo found it strange and better not to comment
But the girl had paint in her hair

Eduardo and Monica were nothing alike
She was a Leo and he was sixteen
She studied Medicine and spoke German
And he was still in English classes

She liked Bandeira and Bauhaus
Van Gogh and Mutantes, Caetano and Rimbaud
And Eduardo liked soap operas
And played button soccer with his grandpa

She talked about things regarding the Central Plateau
Also magic and meditation
And Eduardo was still in the scheme
School, cinema, club, television

And even with everything different, suddenly came
A desire to see each other
And they met every day
And the desire grew, as it had to be

Eduardo and Monica did swimming, photography
Theater, crafts, and traveled
Monica explained to Eduardo
Things about the sky, the earth, the water, and the air

He learned to drink, let his hair grow
And decided to work (no!)
And she graduated the same month
That he passed the entrance exam

And they celebrated together
And also fought together many times afterwards
And everyone says that he completes her
And vice versa, like beans with rice

They built a house about two years ago
More or less when the twins came
They fought for money, held on well
The heaviest burden they had

Eduardo and Monica returned to Brasília
And our friendship brings nostalgia in the summer
But in these holidays, they won't travel
Because Eduardo's little son is recovering

Who will one day say
That there is reason
In the things done by the heart?
And who will say
That there is no reason?