12 maio 2012







li recentemente dois contos sobre formas de habitar uma morada em nós. 
não sei se por essa razão, hoje dei por mim a trautear esta canção mais-que-perfeita, 
sobre casas onde em tempos morou gente, mas em que ninguém agora vive. 
e recordei esses versos fabulosos, onde não são o telhado nem as portas que tornam uma casa magnífica.




There's a house on my block
That's abandoned and cold
Folks moved out of it a
Long time ago
And they took all their things
And they never came back
Looks like it's haunted
With the windows all cracked
And everyone call it
The house, the house where
Nobody lives

Once it held laughter
Once it held dreams
Did they throw it away
Did they know what it means
Did someone's heart break
Or did someone do somebody wrong?

Well the paint was all cracked
It was peeled off of the wood
Papers were stacked on the porch
Where I stood
And the weeds had grown up
Just as high as the door
There were birds in the chimney
And an old chest of drawers
Looks like no one will ever
Come back to the
House were nobody lives

Once it held laughter
Once it held dreams
Did they throw it away
Did they know what it means
Did someone's heart break
Or did someone do somebody wrong?

So if you find someone
Someone to have, someone to hold
Don't trade it for silver
Don't trade it for gold
‘Cause I have all of life's treasures
And they are fine and they’re good
They remind me that houses
Are just made of wood
What makes a house grand
Ain't the roof or the doors
If there's love in a house
It's a palace for sure
Without love...
It ain't nothin but a house
A house where nobody lives
Without love it ain't nothin
But a house, a house where
Nobody lives.







[ para a maria ]

2 comentários:

  1. a maria agradece...
    afinal uma casa é feita de quem a visita e não é todos os dias que recebemos visitas assim... dois amigos (de longa data)... mister louie e mister tom... ;))

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