“Com ela eu não discuto
É sempre “sim, senhora”
E quando fica puta pega as coisas e vai embora
Não há nada que eu diga
Não há nada que eu peça
Com essa vagabunda eu não consigo
Ter um pingo de conversa”
Since we finally moved to our own apartament, my wife started to pester me around to make a drawing of us, inspired by my “Characters and Brazilian Music” project, so we could hang it in one of our walls. I obviously said yes, and tried to remember a song that defined our marriage well.
Many appeared on my head. Bela e a Fera, Eduardo e Mônica, and even Tempo Perdido, that I already used in the project for a couple that have more similarities to us than I can possibly say.
But at the end of the day I couldn’t choose any of those. We’re a little bit of all of them. And if we mix it all together, we have nothing but Bota Com Buraco de Bala, a Matanza song that happens to be as chaotic and crazily passionate as we are.
So, here is it, Mminos. I hope you enjoy it, you little bitch.
