Heart At Zero Gravity

Depois da contagm regressiva da Bel e dos posts satânicos que esquentaram este blog -- além de revelações dignas de novela das oito que deram cãimbra do meu cérebro -- confesso que estou reticente em sair postando aqui just for posting's sake. O espancandoteclados está ganhando ares messiânico-proféticos que exigem maior esmero de minha parte. Quero fazer bunito, sair bem no post, entendem? Então, só para não deixar a semana em branco, gostaria rebater uma música que minha amada BELzeBOSS me mandou pelo orkut com outra, oldskool como tudo relacionado a mim. Este post pode estar impregnado de meu ranço après-garde, mas acho que a Bel vai captar a coisa:

Cosmic Girl

I must've died and gone to heaven
'Cos it was a quarter past eleven
On a Saturday in 1999
Right across from where I'm standing
On the dance floor she was landing
It was clear that she was from another time
Like some baby Barbarella
With the stars as her umbrella
She asked me if I'd like to magnetize
Do I have to go star-trekking
'Cos it's you I should be checking
So she laser beamed me with her cosmic eyes

She's just a cosmic girl
From another galaxy
My heart's at zero gravity
She's from a cosmic world
Putting me in ecstasy
Transmitting on my frequency
She's cosmic

I'm scanning all my radars
We'll she said she's from a quasar
Forty thousand million light years away
It's a distant solar system
I tried to phone but they don't list 'em
So I asked her for a number all the same
She said, step in my transporter
So I can teleport ya
All around my heavenly body
This could be a close encounter
I should take care not to flounder
Sends me into hyperspace, when I see her pretty face

She's just a cosmic girl
From another galaxy
My heart's at zero gravity
She's from a cosmic world
Putting me in ecstasy
Transmitting on my frequency
She's cosmic
Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face
Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face...

She's just a cosmic girl
From another galaxy
Transmitting on my frequency yeah cosmic, oh
Can't you be my cosmic woman?
I need you, I want you to be my cosmic girl
For the rest of time

Imagem do dia para a Bel, direto aqui do meu quintal (because glory is everywhere):



Imagem do dia para o Atillah, tirada do explodingdog.com (because I said so):




Twinkle, twinkle, little stars!

--Xochiquetzal/Supernova.