O chuvisco fino e gelado toca minha pele causando uma deliciosa sensação entre o corpo quente e a água fria. No som Lou Reed declama uma canção tristonha e melancólica. Ponho o braço pela janela com um cigarro aceso na mão... a ponta em chama destaca a escuridão... bato e as cinzas voam calmamente no ritmo do vento com rotações mágicas. E eu cá estou, madrugada adentro, acordado como sempre.

Sometimes I feel so happy
Sometimes I feel so sad
Sometimes I feel so happy
But mostly you just make me mad
Baby, you just make me mad

Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes

Thought of you as my mountain top
Thought of you as my peak
A thought of you as everything
I've had, but couldn't keep
I've had, but couldn't keep

Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes

Skip a life completely
Stuff it in a cup
They said, money is like us in time
It lies, but can't stand up
Down for you is up

Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes

It was good what we did yesterday
And I'd do it once again
The fact that you are married
Only proves you're my best friend
But it's truly, truly a sin

Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes

If I could make the world as pure
And strange as what I see
I'd put you in a mirror
I'd put in front of me
I'd put in front of me

Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes

Lou Reed continua a bela canção... traz a melancolia junto com o passar das horas e já são duas e trinta e seis da madrugada... Seus pálidos olhos azuis... minha loucura, minha madrugada, minhas sensações. Acendo mais um e continuo na janela olhando para o negro céu.