"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
sábado, 2 de outubro de 2010
Would you prefer a stone
That I chose for you
That lay on a beach
Was just a sea of stone
Wasn't meant for you
Jumped into my eyes
Choice of millions
Would you prefer a stone
From your window
It walks through the streets
Feeling young and tense
They said he had this one in mind for you
`Cos it's so much strain
Choice of only a few
Would you prefer a look
That was contrived
Or a look that says how I really keep with you
I have no plans in my mind
Just kind of go
Go with you
Would you prefer a hello or a goodbye
My mind is something I don't know
The truth, why should I lie
Just kind of go
Go with you
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