Como faríamos se tivéssemos que inventar no espaço de outrém tudo o que há de belo e passe além da superfície pro, e do mundo? Percebemos que havia a necessidade de visualizar com olhos de nuvens, re-inventando e adornando formatos em nós mesmas, redesenhando contornos do que nos cerca. aqui, partilharemos esse espaço; como que fosse um abraço ou cafuné amigo, como fosse uma brisa na nuca num fim de tarde bonito.
segunda-feira, 31 de janeiro de 2011
sábado, 29 de janeiro de 2011
These Days - Nico
I've been out walking
I don't do too much talking
These days, these days.
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
And all the times I had the chance to.
I've stopped my rambling,
I don't do too much gambling
These days, these days.
These days I seem to think about
How all the changes came about my ways
And I wonder if I'll see another highway.
I had a lover,
I don't think I'll risk another
These days, these days.
And if I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in song
It's just that I've been losing so long.
La la la la la, la la.
I've stopped my dreaming,
I won't do too much scheming
These days, these days.
These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten.
Please don't confront me with my failures,
I had not forgotten them.
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