"Na véspera de não partir nunca Ao menos não há que arrumar malas Nem que fazer planos em papel... Todos os dias é véspera de não partir nunca" Álvaro de Campos
segunda-feira, 5 de dezembro de 2011
Death Cab For Cutie - Bixby Canyon Bridge
I descended a dusty gravel ridge
Beneath the Bixby Canyon Bridge
Until I eventually arrived
At the place where your soul had died
Barefoot in the shallow creek
I grab some stones from underneath
And waited for you to speak to me
In the silence it became so very clear
That you had long ago disappeared
And I cursed myself for being surprised
That this didn't play like it did in my mind
All the way from San Francisco
As I chased the end of your rope
'Cause I've still got miles to go
And I want to know my fate
If I keep up this way
And it's hard to want to stay
Awake
When everyone you meet
They all seem to be asleep
And you wonder if you're missing your dream
You can't see your dream
You can't see your dream
You just can't see your dream
A dream
And then it started getting dark
And I trudged back to where the car was parked
No closer to any kind of truth
As I must assume was the case with you
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4St1fiq2F8I
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