"É então que surges: o teu corpo, que se confunde com o das palavras que te descrevem, hesita numa das entradas do verso. Puxo-te para o átrio da estrofe; digo o teu nome com a voz baixa do medo; e apenas ouço o vento que empurra portas e janelas, sílabas e frases, por entre as imagens inúteis que me separaram de ti."
terça-feira, agosto 31, 2010
quarta-feira, agosto 25, 2010
No bad news
Well, she's told, � Hold your buttons and look at the sky
Someone will fix things if you let your face dry
Keep your face near the earth and your heart beat high
And you may transcend the bad news �
Mm, hey little bird � hey little bird
Thank you for not letting go of me when I let go of you
Hey little bird � hey little bird
Thank you for not letting go of me when I let go of you
(Hey little bird � hey little bird)
Thank you for not (letting go of me when I let go of you)
Someone will fix things if you let your face dry
Keep your face near the earth and your heart beat high
And you may transcend the bad news �
Mm, hey little bird � hey little bird
Thank you for not letting go of me when I let go of you
Hey little bird � hey little bird
Thank you for not letting go of me when I let go of you
(Hey little bird � hey little bird)
Thank you for not (letting go of me when I let go of you)
quarta-feira, agosto 11, 2010
A caminho
sexta-feira, agosto 06, 2010
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