He moved almost as fast as he could and should; he never wanted to interfere in what they called a big mistake or a misstep. Adriana left—now that the Brazil excuse was fading, he was less than five days away from attending the Grammys, at least his only mandatory event. That and MTV, though he attended few shows. He wouldn’t deny it was magnificent; Argentinians were excellent at singing along. The first date, and they never stopped shouting and jumping.
-Well, you’ve surprised me, - Billy said in his Spanish, which was good though with a strange accent. -This song—some know it, others might not—I hope each of you enjoys it. -
Magical city (so bionic).
The synthesizer sounded like the warm wind of every Argentine breath, and Billy gave one of those smiles that make people scream. This concert was a bit sadder, much more subdued, though the songs were powerful rock. You could feel a sadness that made the notes wilder.
They sang and gave everything they had, confined everywhere, without shame, nothing to spark bad moods, nothing unnecessary or out of pce.
A confidence in what they could do. Then sorrow ripped into rage; the people in the stadium shouted with all the strength they had, moving from side to side, restless, but he made them jump again.
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I try to keep up but I can’t anymoreI suspect our time will run outYou’re a little crazy and so cssicLet the night suggest more to us
Tell me yes, do like me, let’s see if you’re that coolI chase your eyes through the capitalI like that you’re so dramaticYour eyes sketch eternity
And that’s perfectly fineFor today, don’t think anymoreI know you need it
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I imagine a walk through the capital, anywhere you wouldn’t want to be. He faced a magnificent song and gave it his all, making the crowd sing along, dance along. He roamed the streets, giving everyone time to join him, and though it was a great journey, all united with him, free from the earthly world, free from the known world, through gaps that didn’t exist, doing his best to share his point of view.
He used a strong voice. What can a man do when he seems lovesick? It may be hard for some to approve or acknowledge the flip side of things.
The smell of New York rain, or snow falling, the tapping of pipes cracking, and the ambivalent shapes born from the idea—how hard it is, how complicated when storm clouds gather, creating poetic works of need and rage.
Lost in New York, he enters a bar, takes a cold beer, drinks deeply, breathes, and realizes the truth: this pce seems to lift the heavy burden he carries on his back. And when he least expects it, he meets a woman who’s only in his life for one night.
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I stay with you, I keep moving, I’m going to find youWhat a magical night, Buenos Aires cityHours burn away; this way no one waits for meHow I love to see you walk like thatI stay with you, I keep moving, I’m going to find youI’m killed by how you move everywhereHours burn away; this way no one waits for meHow I love to see you walk like that
Some moments of this eternityAre enough for me to rememberYour dancing legs are so magicalThe night lends itself to much more
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Unfinished, it can be difficult, but then the night passes, and he returns to work. It comes into his life and never again is just a position; maybe it’s not true, maybe it’s complicated, a bit more distant—but it gives him new life, the life he so desires.
They all take their pces to have fun, and when that pce escapes other people’s reality, when truly taking hold seems to darken others’ thoughts, and when nothing is quite as exact as they want to show, he sees the girl in a uniform, a waitress outfit, smiling—and he smiles back. Life, happiness, and memory.
Memories repeating again and again. What can people do?
They sigh seeing the woman, sighing at meeting such stirring emotion. He sighs and dances, moves with support, moves with certainty, or takes his cherished spot.
Seconds pass like hours; he extends his hand and uses what he needs. He can’t say no, but both seem destined, almost settled—unbearable—and he takes his time to let nothing happen beyond the rule. She refuses, but he stays and smiles, with no excuse. In the end, she says yes, and when everything goes dark, it seems true—maybe even truer—when two people, with no other interest than love, take their pce.
Very much in agreement, very true. Nothing bizarre when what’s true is true, when friendliness is restored, and when everything goes according to the life pn that seeks to seal certainty with love. Then, just by the fsh of light, they say yes—and agree. What’s there to deny or do?
A tough guy, what else can he do?
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And that’s perfectly fineFor today, don’t think anymoreI know you need it
I stay with you, I keep moving, I’m going to find youWhat a magical night, Buenos Aires cityHours burn away; this way no one waits for meHow I love to see you walk like thatI stay with you, I keep moving, I’m going to find youI’m killed by how you move everywhereHours burn away; this way no one waits for meHow I love to see you walk like that
What a magical night, Buenos Aires cityHow I love to see you walk like that
I stay with you, I keep moving, I’m going to find youI’m killed by how you move everywhereHours burn away; this way no one waits for meHow I love to see you walk like that.
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So what can a man do then? What can a person do when they have time? What a great dance, what a great documentary, what a great scene. Who can deny the spheres? Or who can whisper to themselves?
Everything seems effervescent, but some are completely made for themselves. How outrageous and powerful a person can be—at every step, every corner—multiple images of a young man drenched on a day that shouldn’t be wasted.
Billy does what he can—a defiant move—so some can take the necessary breath, calm their hearts, and not colpse under what seems like an entertaining blow. Pure euphoria.
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