Segunda-feira, 12 de Maio de 2008
Todas as manhãs é ele que me diz que tempo vai fazer.
Todos os dias é ele que faz o meu tempo.
E aqui, neste lado do mundo, é sempre Verão.
René Magritte, L’éminence grise, Côte belge, 1938 ― © ADAGP, Paris, 2004
LISTENING TO THE WEATHER
Bic Runga
So I'm listening for the weather to predict the coming day
Leave all thought of expectation to the weather man
No it doesn't really matter what it is he has to say
'Cause tomorrows keep on blowing in from somewhere
All the people that I know in the apartments down below
Busy with their starring roles in their own tragedies
Sunlight sends you on your way
And those restless thoughts that cling to yesterday
Never be afraid of change
I'll call you on the phone
I hate to leave you on your own
But I'm coming home today
(...)
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Nuno a 12 de Maio de 2008 às 20:57
Walking 'round the room singing "Stormy Weather"
At 57 Mt. Pleasant Street
Well, it's the same room, but everything's different
You can fight the sleep but not the dream
Things ain't cooking in my kitchen
Strange affliction wash over me
Julius Caesar and the Roman Empire
Couldn't conquer the blue sky
Well, there's a small boat made of china
It's going nowhere on the mantlepiece
Well, do I lie like a loungeroom lizard
Or do I sing like a bird released
Everywhere you go, always take the weather with you
Everywhere you go, always take the weather
Everywhere you go, always take the weather with you
Everywhere you go, always take the weather
The weather with you
(...)
Crowded House | Weather With You
:-)
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