Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Monday, May 29, 2006
Last time I saw you, you were on stage
Your hair was wild, your eyes were red
You were in a rage
You were swinging your guitar around.
Cause they wanted to hear that sound
That you didn’t want to play.
I don’t blame you.
I don’t blame you.
-I Don´t Blame You, Cat Power
Your hair was wild, your eyes were red
You were in a rage
You were swinging your guitar around.
Cause they wanted to hear that sound
That you didn’t want to play.
I don’t blame you.
I don’t blame you.
-I Don´t Blame You, Cat Power
CIDADE
Meti-me por setembro fora, a caminho do fulgor das maçãs, deixando para trás os bruscos golfos da tristeza e uma luz de neve quebrada de vidraça em vidraça.
Contemplava a cidade das pontes pela última vez, envolvida por lençóis encardidos e uma névoa que subia do rio para lhe morder o coração de pedra.
Era um burgo pobre, sujo, reles até - mas gostaria tanto de lhe pôr um diadema na cabeça.
Eugénio d'Andrade
- Bird Girl, Antony and the Johnsons