"Eu não sou promíscua. Mas sou caleidoscópica: fascinam-me as minhas mutações faiscantes
que aqui caleidoscopicamente registro."

(Clarice Lispector)

quinta-feira, 2 de abril de 2009

uma música...

"On The Way Home"
[Neil Young]
When the dream came
I held my breath
with my eyes closed
I went insane,
Like a smoke ring day
When the wind blows
Now I won't be back
till later on
If I do come back at all
But you know me,
and I miss you now.
In a strange game
I saw myself as you knew me
When the change came,
And you had a
Chance to see through me
Though the other side
is just the same
You can tell
my dream is real
Because I love you,
can you see me now?
Though we rush ahead
to save our time
We are only what we feel
And I love you,
can you feel it now?

Um comentário:

E agora José? disse...

I'm on my way to the way home. Just one more day...