Isabelle e eu no elevador, voltando do colégio, ela chupando um dudu (sim, aquele pseudopicolé com “sabor” de alguma fruta – ou de “chiclete”, azul – no saquinho) que já tá bem no finzinho, só aquela bolinha de gelo, tentando sugar o que resta de colorido. Eu:
— Eu hein, não sei pra que comprar isso. É só gelo colorido. E tu aí, fazendo esse esforço! Não sei como tu consegue ficar chupando isso se nem tem mais gosto de nada!
— Não to chupando, to mordendo, ó!
E tritura com os dentes a bolinha de gelo dentro do saquinho para as partículas menores passarem pelo orifício que a “tia” da cantina gentilmente cortou com uma faca que tava lá em cima da mesa (e que passou sabe-se lá por onde).
Eu, com toda minha soberania de irmã mais velha, dou aquele sorrisinho de quem tem o argumento final:
— Rá! Pior ainda, ficar mordendo gelo!
Ela, com toda inocência, naturalidade e quase desdém de criança que nem pensa pra falar, grita, mexendo as mãos e sacudindo o saquinho molhado, com a bolinha já no fim:
— E NÃO É ESSA A FINALIDADE DE UM DUDU?!?!

"I don't do crowds"

I'd like to have company during thunderstorms
I'd like you to fall for me but it would soon turn lousy and wrong I meant what I said, all I want is to be one of the best

been getting some extra help from a special band
oh yeah they've been helping us out
and we're thankful they're lending a hand
here is my request: play the ones that we all know best

I don't do crowds, everyone put it down to rudeness
I laughed out loud, could they all see that it was madness?
please come to save me from myself again,
to shield me to disguise that my heart has a secret
and this will make you sigh, and me cry

oh will there be dancing in the hall tonight?
cause if there is dancing I won't lack fight
it seems I'm less afraid of life itself than of what you see

you turned the heads of every boy and girl alike
would you have them all if there were enough hours in the night?
you took care of your skin,
sure did help but it didn't solve everything

I don't do crowds, everyone put it down to rudeness
I laughed out loud, could they all see that it was sadness?
please come to save me from myself again,
to shield me to disguise that my heart has a secret
and this could make you sigh, and me cry

I find it funny that you never even knew
all the times when I stole a look from you
oh what's in my mind
oh they're gonna put me away this time

and the wait is over.

"I always loved you
You always had a lot of style
I’d hate to see you on the pile
Of ‘nearly-made-it’s
You’ve got the essence, dear
If I could have a second skin
I’d probably dress up in you"