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Guest Observation: Antonio Carlos Jobim <p>t's a beam, it's a void,</p>it's a hunch, it's a hope.<br /> <br /> and the riverbank talks.<br /> of the water of march<br /> <br /> it's the end of the strain,<br /> it's the joy in your heart.<br /> <br /> the foot, the ground,<br /> the flesh, the bone,<br /> <br /> the beat of the road,<br /> a slingshot stone.<br /> <br /> a fish, a flash,<br /> a silvery glow,<br /> <br /> a fight, a bet,<br /> the range of the bow.<br /> <br /> the bed of the well,<br /> the end of the line,<br /> <br /> the dismay in the face,<br /> it's a loss, it's a find.<br /> <br /> a spear, a spike,<br /> a point, a nail,<br /> <br /> a drip, a drop,<br /> the end of the tale.<br /> <br /> a truckload of bricks,<br /> in the soft morning light,<br /> <br /> the shot of a gun,<br /> in the dead of the night.<br /> <br /> a mile, a must,<br /> a thrust, a bump.<br /> <br /> it's a girl, it's a rhyme.<br /> it's the cold, it's the mumps.<br /> <br /> the plan of the house,<br /> the body in bed,<br /> <br /> the car that got stuck,<br /> it's the mud, it's the mud.<br /> <br /> a float, a drift,<br /> a flight, a wing,<br /> <br /> ahawk, a quail,<br /> the promise of spring.<br /> <br /> and the riverbanks talks.<br /> of the waters of march.<br /> <br /> it's the promise of life,<br /> it's the joy in your heart,<br /> <br /> a snake, a stick,<br /> it is john, it is joe,<br /> <br /> it's a thorn in your hand,<br /> and a cut on your toe.<br /> <br /> a point, a grain,<br /> a bee, a bite,<br /> <br /> a blink, a buzzard,<br /> the sudden stroke of night.<br /> <br /> a pin, a needle,<br /> a sting, a pain,<br /> <br /> a snail, a riddle,<br /> a weep, a stain.<br /> <br /> a pass in the mountains.<br /> a horse, a mule,<br /> <br /> in the distance the shelves.<br /> rode three shadows of blue.<br /> <br /> and the riverbank talks<br /> of the promise of life<br /> in your heart, in your heart<br /> <br /> a stick, a stone,<br /> the end of the load,<br /> <br /> the rest of the stump,<br /> a lonesome road.<br /> <br /> a sliver of glass,<br /> a life, the sun,<br /> <br /> a night, a death,<br /> the end of the run<br /> <br /> and the riverbank talks<br /> of the waters of march<br /> <br /> it's the end of all strain<br /> it's the joy in your heart

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