17 abril 2006

Sabe bem...

De manhã, no autocarro, com o sol a beijar-me o rosto,e a ouvir música bonitaaa:

I Don't Know What I Can Save You From - Kings Of Convenience

You called me after midnight,
it must have been three years since we last spoke.
I slowly tried to bring back,
the image of your face from the memories so old.
I tried so hard to follow,
but didn't catch a half of what had gone wrong,
said "I don't know what I can save you from."
I don't know what I can save you from.
I asked you to come over,
and within half an hour,
you were at my door.
I had never really known you,
but I realized that the one you were before,
had changed into somebody for whom
I wouldn't mind to put the kettle on.
Still I don't know what I can save you from.



.... E fechar os olhos, não adormeci mas sonhei

.... E secretamente ter o desejo de dizer adeus à menina que anda a andar num baloiço que vem das nuvens, de cabelos ao vento!

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