Eduardo And Monica

Who will one day say there's no reason In things done by the heart's season? And who will tell me there's no sense Eduardo opened his eyes but didn't get up from hence He lay down and saw what time it was meant While Mônica sipped cognac in a different place, As they said Eduardo and Mônica met one day by chance And talked a lot to understand each other's stance Eduardo's friend from his prep class said, "There's a cool party, we want to have some fun ahead" Strange party, with weird folks there "I'm not feeling good, can't handle more liquor's glare" And Mônica laughed, wanting to know more About the boy trying to impress and score And Eduardo, a bit tipsy, just thought of home "It's almost two, I'm in trouble, alone" Eduardo and Mônica exchanged numbers with care Then called and decided to meet somewhere Eduardo suggested a diner, feeling alright But Mônica wanted to watch a Godard movie that night They met in the city's park by surprise Mônica on a motorcycle, Eduardo with bike ties Eduardo found it strange but chose not to speak But the girl had dyed hair, unique Eduardo and Mônica were nothing alike She was a Leo, he was sixteen, still on the bike She studied medicine and spoke German fluently While he was still in English classes, trying patiently She loved Bandeira and Bauhaus, Van Gogh and Mutantes' vibe, Caetano and Rimbaud's spouse, Eduardo liked soap operas' jibe And played button soccer with his granddad, for a while She talked about the Central Highlands, Magic, meditation’s mile And Eduardo was still in the routine’s file School, cinema, club, TV’s style And even with all differences in sight It came suddenly, a desire so right A will to meet and unite They met every day, their desire grew As it had to be true Eduardo and Mônica swam, took photography Theater and crafts, traveled geography Mônica taught Eduardo about sky, earth, water, and air He learned to drink, let his hair grow, chose work’s flair She graduated the same month he passed the exam's snare They celebrated together, And also fought together many times thereafter And everyone says he completes her and vice versa Like beans and rice, their laughter Built a house about two years ago, Around when the twins came, just so They worked hard, pulled through the toughest part Eduardo and Mônica returned to Brasília’s heart And our friendship brings nostalgia in summer's start But this vacation, they won't travel far Because Eduardo's little son Needs to make up for school, ah-ah-ah And who will one day say there's reason In things done by the heart's season? And who will tell me there's no sense?