Dos instintos desmedidos, da explosão dos excessos, sobra a poeira. Por baixo dela, ainda quentes, as brasas aguardam a fagulha que as fará renascer para novos festejos. Sem ansiedade, porque o choque hábil e preciso de onde nasce a faísca não se faz esperar. É neste ciclo de constante alegria que a minha fogueira se mantém viva e quente.
Souvenir de Voyage III, 1955
ASH WEDNESDAY
Elvis Perkins
(...)
white noise and love
will be my only drug
on that day
nine suns away
from that sad sad saturday
when fire my friend
fire my villain
you take away yesterday
to give to me today
nothing's free no now it's
ash wednesday
(...)
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Nuno a 6 de Fevereiro de 2008 às 14:31
All of my life I've tried so hard
Doing my best with what I had
Nothing much happened all the same
Something about me stood apart
A whisper of hope that seemed to fail
Maybe I'm born right out of my time
Breaking my life in two
Throw me tomorrow
Now that I've really got a chance
Throw me tomorrow
Everything's falling into place
Throw me tomorrow
Seeing my past to let it go
Throw me tomorrow
Only for you I don't regret
That I was Thursday's child
Monday Tuesday Wednesday born I was
Monday Tuesday Wednesday born I was
Thursday's child
Sometimes I cried my heart to sleep
Shuffling days and lonesome nights
Sometimes my courage fell to my feet
Lucky old sun is in my sky
Nothing prepared me for your smile
Lighting the darkness of my soul
Innocence in your arms
David Bowie | Thursday's Child
;-)
Ps: parabéns, mais uma vez... e apesar da quinta-feira ser só amanhã, antecipo o futuro...
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