26 julho 2012










as águas dos rios são sempre as mesmas, os rios morrem numa foz que é a promessa da sua nascente, o ciclo da água é inquebrável e purificador.
billy joel deve acreditar nisto, e este seu rio de sonhos, magnificamente ilustrado por imagens que evocam todo o imaginário icónico das igrejas baptistas, nasce, corre e desagua em todos nós.




In the middle of the night I go walking in my sleep 
From the mountains of faith to the river so deep 
I must be looking for something, something sacred I lost 
But the river is wide and it's too hard to cross 

Even though I know the river is wide 
I walk down every evening and I stand on the shore 
I try to cross to the opposite side 
So I can finally find out what I've been looking for 

In the middle of the night I go walking in my sleep 
Through the valley of fear to a river so deep 
I've been searching for something taken out of my soul 
Something I would never lose, something somebody stole 

I don't know why I go walking at night 
But now I'm tired and I don't want to walk any more 
I hope it doesn't take the rest of my life 
Until I find what it is I've been looking for 

In the middle of the night I go walking in my sleep 
Through the jungle of doubt to the river so deep 
I know I'm searching for something, something so undefined 
That it can only be seen by the eyes of the blind 
In the middle of the night 

I'm not sure about a life after this 
God knows I've never been a spiritual man 
Baptised by the fire, I wade into the river 
That is running to the promised land 

In the middle of the night I go walking in my sleep 
Through the desert of truth to the river so deep 
We all end in the ocean, we all start in the streams 
We're all carried along by the river of dreams 
In the middle of the night












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