quarta-feira, 16 de maio de 2007
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Train Station
For your circle days
A little bit of sunshine
Feel drops of water and footsteps
The soul pushes against the stairs alone
With pianos in your hair
That's when I wish for you in the train station
When there's only you with your sweating
On your forehead and
I wish you a sunny day, a clearer sky
And the warmth of soft hands
Against your cheeks
In the train station
Where I disappear
You can see me here in down there
With my ??????
I see you where you stand at night
Wish you good days
Good days
For your circle days
A little bit of sunshine
A little bit of sunshine
Just a little bit more sunshine (sunshine)
Just a little bit of sunshine
Just a little bit more
In the train station
I'll see you there behind ???
When you look at your own forehead and think
Is it what if I could not ??? a little bit only
I wish you a sunny day
Even if outside there's rain
I wish you a sunny day
Sunny, sunny day
I wish you a sunny day
Com muito, muito sol
Muito sol
Muito sol
Cibelle
A little bit of sunshine
Feel drops of water and footsteps
The soul pushes against the stairs alone
With pianos in your hair
That's when I wish for you in the train station
When there's only you with your sweating
On your forehead and
I wish you a sunny day, a clearer sky
And the warmth of soft hands
Against your cheeks
In the train station
Where I disappear
You can see me here in down there
With my ??????
I see you where you stand at night
Wish you good days
Good days
For your circle days
A little bit of sunshine
A little bit of sunshine
Just a little bit more sunshine (sunshine)
Just a little bit of sunshine
Just a little bit more
In the train station
I'll see you there behind ???
When you look at your own forehead and think
Is it what if I could not ??? a little bit only
I wish you a sunny day
Even if outside there's rain
I wish you a sunny day
Sunny, sunny day
I wish you a sunny day
Com muito, muito sol
Muito sol
Muito sol
Cibelle
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Fecho a porta, distancio-me do mundo exterior.
Fechos as empanadas, isolo-me entre quatro paredes.
Esbarro o meu olhar sobre quatro móveis que remontam a épocas passadas.
A cama ranje...
O meu pensamento voa...
Tu és as asas que se esforçam pelo além
Tu és o vazio que fica
Tu és a vontade de esquecer
Ser-me-ás possível?!
Gostava.
"Nada mudou, um ano de ausência tornou-me, apenas, sereno."
Um ano...
Rendo-me às memórias, às memórias de ti, de mim, de nós...
Lembro-me de ti, de mim, mas com dificuldade do "nós".
Foste, em tempos, aquele que tudo fez para saber quem sou.
Foste, em tempos, o mais consciente ao admitir a inexistência de um "nós".
Foste, em tempos, o mentor do fim!
Foste, és, será...a incerteza.
terça-feira, 2 de janeiro de 2007
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