quarta-feira, 3 de outubro de 2012

Dance me to the end of love

 
 
 
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
 
 
 
 

Ain't so sunshine

 
when she's gone.
 
 
 
P.S- And she's always gone too long anytime she goes away.
 
 

terça-feira, 2 de outubro de 2012

Once in awhile

 
– Não sei o que havemos de fazer hoje à tarde – exclamou Daisy –, nem amanhã, nem nos próximos trinta anos!
– Não sejas mórbida – disse Jordan. – A vida recomeça no Outono, quando o ar refresca.

The Great Gatsby
F.S. Fitzgerald


P.S- Last time I had you I should have kissed you.

In My Secret Life

 
I bite my lip.
I buy what I'm told:
From the latest hit,
To the wisdom of old.
But I'm always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it's crowded and cold
In My Secret Life.
 
P.S- And I miss you so much.

Just the way I am

 
 
 
Don't go trying some new fashion
Don't change the color of your hair
You always have my unspoken passion
Although I might not seem to care.
 
P.S- I said I love you and that's forever.

segunda-feira, 1 de outubro de 2012

Cello

 
The real art of conducting consists in transitions.
 
Gustav Mahler