"Os meus livros (que não sabem que existo) São uma parte de mim, como este rosto De têmporas e olhos já cinzentos Que em vão vou procurando nos espelhos" Jorge Luis Borges
sexta-feira, 9 de novembro de 2012
Black opium
"Sometimes
I feel like I want to live
Far from the metropolis
Just walk through that door
Sometimes
I feel like I want to fly
Reach out to the painted sky
A prisoner to the wind
A bird on the wing
Sometimes
I feel the ocean in my blood
See rain from the sky above
Her salt brined tears
And now
Those tears leave taste on my tongue
Like the warm rush you get from
Black opium
Sometimes
I feel like I want to leave
Behind all these memories
And walk through that door
Outside
The black night calls my name
But all roads look the same
They lead nowhere"
Dead Can Dance
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