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The black skin of my girl. Blue eyes. White smile. I am not leaving. Calm sleep. Her body. I’m thinking about her, is she thinking about me?
There is so much in this song that I understand. It’s a little bit of a Portuguese breakthrough. Although I probably have it all wrong.
Com malícia.
I looked up malícia and everywhere (the internet, my little dictionary) it said malice. I didn’t understand. This girl is not malicious. Listen to the way he sings about her! I pulled down the big …

On Thursday night Matias, Carmen and Maíra came over to watch Californication, drink some beers and eat some tasty viddles. After some David Duchovny love, six or seven beers and as many cigarettes we decided to watch the latest Chris Rock special and as we all watched and laughed the girls would constantly shout out commentary.; a peculiar trait in Brazilian people (women). They would laugh and say all kinds of things in Portuguese, some that I understood and some that I didn’t. Maíra, although less vocal than Carmen, continually …

I miss The Wire.