Memória Poética - Don't worry child - Swedish House Mafia

"There was a time, I used to look into my father's eyes
In a happy home, I was a king I had a golden throne
Those days are gone, now the memories are on the wall
I hear the sounds from the places where I was born

Up on the hill across the blue lake,
That's where I had my first heart break
I still remember how it all changed
My father said
Don't you worry, don't you worry child
See heaven's got a plan for you
Don't you worry, don't you worry now
Yeah!

Don't you worry, don't you worry now
Yeah!

There was a time, I met a girl of a different kind
We ruled the world,
Thought I'll never lose her out of sight, 
We were so young
I think of her now and then
I still hear the songs, reminding me of a friend

Up on the hill across the blue lake,
That's where I had my first heart break
I still remember how it all changed
My father said
Don't you worry, don't you worry child
See heaven's got a plan for you
Don't you worry, don't you worry now
Yeah!"

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Contrariando os boatos, eu não tenho 100 anos de idade e estou sempre observando o que a gente jovem faz, com admiração e respeito, embora não consiga entender muito bem o que está acontecendo com o mundo, especialmente no Japão.

Não, eu não vou para discoteques ouvir música eletrônica, mas tive a oportunidade de ouvir essa canção e me identifiquei com a sensação de nostalgia.

Já estou sentindo os efeitos do choque entre gerações e há coisas e comportamentos que eu simplesmente não consigo entender, especialmente a estética colorida e veloz do universo anime, rock kawaii (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M8-vje-bq9c&list=PL5szotZvwIhEukbuaWYkFAHzwCFbiNuzc, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIKqgE4BwAY), et coetera.