Música? São pedaços d'alma que divagam à solta em busca de sonhos de oceano e maresia. E, mais longe ainda, elevam-nos do fantasma do dia-a-dia carrancudo e sugador.
Voamos bem alto, em busca do Outro que, num sopro, se transforma e vem colar-se aos nossos sentidos.
texto original, 28.07-2005
Keane Bedshape
Bedshaped
Many's the time I ran with you down
The rainy roads of our old town
Many the lives we lived in each day
And buried altogether
Don't laugh at me
Don't look away
You'll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped and legs of stone
You'll knock on my door and up we'll go
In white light
I don't think so
But what do I know?
I know you think I'm holding you down
And I've fallen by the wayside now
And I don't understand the same things as you
But I do
Don't laugh at me
Don't look away
You'll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped and legs of stone
You'll knock on my door and up we'll go
In white light
i don't know
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know
KEANE, Hopes and Fears, 2004 Universal Island Records Ltd.
Miosótis (pseudónimo)
fragmentos da noite com flores
28.07.2005
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