the spy who loved me

(a coincidence? a confession? a fiction spy story? or nothing much...)

...but then, after that overnitethrunextday 'crystalparties', she was lying beautiful on my bed, almost asleep, i was lookin at her and thinkin of you... i took a seat, ...a stool 'n' a guitar... i started playing 'n' singing: to her, but for you (deep in my mind and inside my heart... once more i wished YOU were here at that very time, that very moment): (and as i was praying) ...first, i played 'indifference'... then 'corcovado', then 'sometimes', then 'meu bem, meu mal', then 'present tense', then she was sleeping already ...so she never heard the way i played 'blackbird' that night... just for you ...once again and as always...
...did you fuckin' hear??? ...it was the monday dawn but still sunday for those still awake, ...or well aware ...or maybe, like an angel ...you can (actually) see all, ...flying over my house...

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