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Vazia
Que tira da terra
Que cega pra guerra
Me atira nas nuvens
Me põe à fantasia
Coitado o poeta
Mais vale uma puta
E a rima? Pra quê?
Não serve pro amor
Não descreve a dor
Insosso clichê
23 de abr. de 2012
12 de abr. de 2012
lua
A lua levita lá fora
Quase cheia, nunca minguando
Distante através da névoa da madrugada
E penso nos dias difíceis e belos
E belos, fáceis
Porvir
Lua que esconde novo ciclo
Segredo concreto a nascer
E não há nada tão lindo
Tão novo e familiar
Lua de mudar marés
2 de abr. de 2012
Pink Floyd - Green is the colour
Heavy hung the canopy of blue
Shade my eyes and I can see you
White was the light that shines through the dress that she wore
She laid in the shadow of the wave
Hazy were the visions of her playing
Sunshine on her eyes but moonshine made her blind every time
Green Is The Colour of her kind
Quickness of the eye deceives the mind
Envy is the bond between the hopeful and the damned
Shade my eyes and I can see you
White was the light that shines through the dress that she wore
She laid in the shadow of the wave
Hazy were the visions of her playing
Sunshine on her eyes but moonshine made her blind every time
Green Is The Colour of her kind
Quickness of the eye deceives the mind
Envy is the bond between the hopeful and the damned
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