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Who will one day say there's no reason
In things done by the heart's season?
And who will tell me there's no sense
Eduardo opened his eyes but didn't get up from hence
He lay down and saw what time it was meant
While Mônica sipped cognac in a different place,
As they said
Eduardo and Mônica met one day by chance
And talked a lot to understand each other's stance
Eduardo's friend from his prep class said,
"There's a cool party, we want to have some fun ahead"
Strange party, with weird folks there
"I'm not feeling good, can't handle more liquor's glare"
And Mônica laughed, wanting to know more
About the boy trying to impress and score
And Eduardo, a bit tipsy, just thought of home
"It's almost two, I'm in trouble, alone"
Eduardo and Mônica exchanged numbers with care
Then called and decided to meet somewhere
Eduardo suggested a diner, feeling alright
But Mônica wanted to watch a Godard movie that night
They met in the city's park by surprise
Mônica on a motorcycle, Eduardo with bike ties
Eduardo found it strange but chose not to speak
But the girl had dyed hair, unique
Eduardo and Mônica were nothing alike
She was a Leo, he was sixteen, still on the bike
She studied medicine and spoke German fluently
While he was still in English classes, trying patiently
She loved Bandeira and Bauhaus,
Van Gogh and Mutantes' vibe,
Caetano and Rimbaud's spouse,
Eduardo liked soap operas' jibe
And played button soccer with his granddad, for a while
She talked about the Central Highlands,
Magic, meditation’s mile
And Eduardo was still in the routine’s file
School, cinema, club, TV’s style
And even with all differences in sight
It came suddenly, a desire so right
A will to meet and unite
They met every day, their desire grew
As it had to be true
Eduardo and Mônica swam, took photography
Theater and crafts, traveled geography
Mônica taught Eduardo about sky, earth, water, and air
He learned to drink, let his hair grow, chose work’s flair
She graduated the same month he passed the exam's snare
They celebrated together,
And also fought together many times thereafter
And everyone says he completes her and vice versa
Like beans and rice, their laughter
Built a house about two years ago,
Around when the twins came, just so
They worked hard, pulled through the toughest part
Eduardo and Mônica returned to Brasília’s heart
And our friendship brings nostalgia in summer's start
But this vacation, they won't travel far
Because Eduardo's little son
Needs to make up for school, ah-ah-ah
And who will one day say there's reason
In things done by the heart's season?
And who will tell me there's no sense?
