29 março 2013









memórias de um rio infinito, sem nascente nem foz, 
quase tão sereno e longo como este nome de 
brian peter george st. jean le baptiste de la salle eno



Here we are
Stuck by this river,
You and I
Underneath a sky that's ever falling down, down, down
Ever falling down.

Through the day
As if on an ocean
Waiting here,
Always failing to remember why we came, came, came:
I wonder why we came.

You talk to me
as if from a distance
And I reply
With impressions chosen from another time, time, time,
From another time.










Sem comentários:

Enviar um comentário

cartografe aqui: