On the ledge
She´s there standing,
No one knows
If she stays or if she goes.
On the sidewalk,
On the ledge,
She´s alive and fully fledged.
A bird of death
Into the fall,
When she had Springtime
Above it all.
Wish she had a mountain to climb,
Some other place to find herself,
A place to spill the eyes
That went on tears from her heart.
But she chose to fly,
To renounce oneself
And release the tears,
To throw away the keys
And prevent the years
To crease the Calling,
And earthly age the Will,
Wishing only to fulfil
The Dream to make a dream
Emptied by the sand,
Breathed by the wind,
And even so withstanding.
Wish she turned up labeled
And arrogant, very assuming,
But then again giving up everything
One obtains all.
Wish she had a mountain to climb,
Some other place to find herself,
A place to spill the eyes
That went on tears from her heart.
No one knows
If she stays or if she goes.
On the sidewalk,
On the ledge,
She´s alive and fully fledged.
A bird of death
Into the fall,
When she had Springtime
Above it all.
Wish she had a mountain to climb,
Some other place to find herself,
A place to spill the eyes
That went on tears from her heart.
But she chose to fly,
To renounce oneself
And release the tears,
To throw away the keys
And prevent the years
To crease the Calling,
And earthly age the Will,
Wishing only to fulfil
The Dream to make a dream
Emptied by the sand,
Breathed by the wind,
And even so withstanding.
Wish she turned up labeled
And arrogant, very assuming,
But then again giving up everything
One obtains all.
Wish she had a mountain to climb,
Some other place to find herself,
A place to spill the eyes
That went on tears from her heart.
Ofereço esta letra ao meu Irmão Ricardo Tomás, one of the five horseman
Etiquetas: Baby Jane, Chordian Poetry, Lírica Janiana, Poesia Cordiana
Por Davi Reis no dia 6/29/2007 12:21:00 da manhã
3 Comments:
Ainda não me consegui perdoar por ter perdido umas linhas tuas, em inglês, dos tempos do 10º/11º. Se calhar não te recordas, mas aquela folha de papel brilhava!
Abraço,
Kaiser
Mano Kaiser,
lembro-me perfeitamente de trocarmos letras de músicas e impressões, mas não do conteúdo específico da tal folha que brilhava.
:)
Sei que o nosso KJ tinha qualquer coisa guardada, mas é provável que já lhe tenha perdido o rasto. Outro dia abri uma das minhas agendas desse tempo de incríveis amizades e descobertas... Estava escrita por ti. Por falar nisso, tenho-a aqui ao lado. Vou abri-la... Na informação pessoal identificativa, no espaço precedido por "Nome", escreveste: "Duib Livingstone Jane Nerd and Sucker". O meu BI seria o n.º "6969696969", do arquivo de "Além-Terra". Em caso de acidente, quem encontrasse a agenda deveria ligar para o "Zoo de Lisboa" e o meu médico pessoal seria o "Dr. Alfredo Garrinhas".
:)
Desta não te lembravas tu, aposto.
Aquele abraço, Irmão de sempre.
Xiiii patrão!!!
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