segunda-feira, 9 de fevereiro de 2015

Guardo-te



Guardo-te,
No recanto do que sou,
De como fui e no que me tornei.
Fazes parte de mim,
Do meu ser,
Da pessoa que um dia serei.


Guardo-te,
Em decisões que tomei,
Em caminhos que ainda percorrei,
Em escolhas que ainda tomarei.

Guardo-te,
Mesmo que o teu avançar na vida
Do meu se afaste.
Mesmo que os teus passos
Já não acompanhem os meus.
Mesmo que o teu corpo
Já não se excite com o meu.
Mesmo que o teu cheiro,
Inebriante,
Já não se misture com o meu.

Guardo-te,
E para sempre serás "meu",
Meu tesouro,
Meu mais que tudo,
Meu único e maior amor.

09.Fev.2015

Hoje viajo ao som de...

"Sedated"

Just a little rush, babe
To feel dizzy, to derail the mind of me
Just a little hush, babe
Our veins are busy but my heart's in atrophy
Any way to distract and sedate
Adding shadows to the walls of the cave

You and I nursing on a poison that never stung
Our teeth and lungs are lined with the scum of it
Somewhere for this, death and guns
We are deaf, we are numb
Free and young and we can feel none of it

Something isn't right, babe
I keep catching little words but the meaning's thin
I'm somewhere outside my life, babe
I keep scratching but somehow I can't get in
So we're slaves to any semblance of touch
Lord we should quit but we love it too much

Sedated we're nursing on a poison that never stung
Our teeth and lungs are lined with the scum of it
Somewhere for this, death and guns
We are deaf, we are numb
Free and young and we can feel none of it

Darlin', don't you, stand there watching, won't you
Come and save me from it
Darlin', don't you, join in, you're supposed to
Drag me away from it

Any way to distract and sedate
Adding shadows to the walls of the cave

You and I nursing on a poison that never stung
Our teeth and lungs are lined with the scum of it
Somewhere for this, death and guns
We are deaf, we are numb
Free and young and we can feel none of it

Sedated we're nursing on a poison that never stung
Our teeth and lungs are lined with the scum of it
Somewhere for this, death and guns
We are deaf, we are numb
Free and young and we can feel none of it..

E é isto...