Num comboio matinal cheio de gente e de perfumes, é só ele que vejo, é só ele que cheiro. Na estação, os dedos das nossas mãos despedem-se numa conversa surda, dizendo aquilo que calamos. Nos olhos lê-se a difícil despedida. E rasgo-me da sua boca, deixando nos seus lábios pedaços dos meus.
Le Baiser, 1938
TORN ON THE PLATFORM
Jack Peñate
(...)
Once more just before I’m leaving
Torn on the platform
Cos I’ll miss you and I love you
(...)
Cos my
Eyes, eyes, eyes
Are not
Dry, dry, dry
As I
Realise, ise, ise
That in a few minutes this train will be gone
Sighs, sighs, sighs
City
Fly's, fly's, fly's
Wonder
Why, why, why
Would anyone want to leave where I come from?
Torn on the platform
Torn on the platform
Torn on the platform
(...)
De
Nuno a 17 de Janeiro de 2008 às 10:05
If I could tell you now
Tell you how I feel
Is that so hard
When I saw you
There's so much to leave
There's so much to carry around
Gonna sit now
Gonna sit and watch the night fall
There's nothing more
It takes your breath away
Its all for you
There's so much to carry around
But if she's torn
Pull another stitch from me
Give her what she needs and
Pull another stitch from me
It doesn't even stir now
No modestly
You just perform
You cannot burst for joy
It just takes toil
Hard work and toil
Can't tell her how I feel
When all you've got is company
You're sweating now
And pouring down your brow
There's nothing here at all
There's only you
There's so much to carry around
But if she's torn
Pull another stitch from me
Give her what she needs and
Pull another stitch from me
If I could tell you now
Tell you how I feel
And pull in con after con
Just to hear you breathe
There's so much to leave
There's so much to carry around
Can't feel any better now
Let your children crawl all over me
Like I need to prove I don't deserve you
Anyhow
There's so much to leave
There's so much to carry around
Tindersticks | If She's Torn
:-)
De S. a 17 de Janeiro de 2008 às 15:50
o amor é lindo!
(e mais uma vez peço desculpa por incomodar... vou já sair... já já!!!)
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