Sábado, 6 de Outubro de 2007
Ele é o sofá onde repouso e manta em que me enrolo. Deposito as armas aos seus pés e encosto-me à sua paz.
RENÉ MAGRITTE Museum
rue Esseghem 135, Bruxelas
De Anónimo a 11 de Outubro de 2007 às 18:18
with rocks in my dress
and smoke in my hair
i walked into a lake
to get some sleep down in there
won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come to comfort me?
With minnows in my belly
and ink in my veins
the breath-robbin' lightning
was making diamonds of rain
won't you come to comfort me?
won't you come to comfort me?
dreamed i was born on a mountain on the moon
Where nothing grows or ever rots
i dreamed that i had me a daughter
who was magnificent as a horse
won't you come to comfort me?
:-)
Ps: you're back!!! and so am i...
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