hoje as segundas não são de azuis: nas cartas de marear li um rumo de férias.
por isso não vou ficar aqui muito tempo, nem esperar pela chuva púrpura. 
e, sem mudar de nome, sigo com o sol e pelo vento da auto-estrada da fortuna.




Chewing on a piece of grass

Walking down the road

Tell me, how long you gonna stay here Joe?

Some people say this town don't look

Good in snow

You don't care, I know

Ventura Highway in the sunshine

Where the days are longer

The nights are stronger

Than moonshine

You're gonna go, I know

'Cause the free wind is blowin' through

Your hair

And the days surround your daylight

There

Seasons crying no despair

Alligator lizards in the air

Wishin' on a falling star

Waitin' for the early train

Sorry boy, but I've been hit by

Purple rain

Aw, come on Joe, you can always

Change your name

Thanks a lot son, just the same

Ventura Highway

In the sunshine

Where the days are longer

The nights are stronger

Than moonshine

You're gonna go I know

'Cause the free wind is blowin' through

Your hair

And the days surround you daylight

There

Seasons crying no despair

Alligator lizards in the air

houve uma época em que me fartei de andar a cavalo no cavalo sem nome dos america, uma banda saída do flower power para alcançar um enorme sucesso na década de setenta. 
ainda hoje acho graça à ideia de nos lembrarmos do nome próprio no deserto e é uma das canções que sempre me assalta quando viajo de carro.




On the first part of the journey, 
I was looking at all the life. 
There were plants and birds. and rocks and things, 
There was sand and hills and rings. 
The first thing I met, was a fly with a buzz, 
And the sky, with no clouds. 
The heat was hot, and the ground was dry, 
But the air was full of sound. 

I've been through the desert on a horse with no name, 
It felt good to be out of the rain.
In the desert you can remember your name, 
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain. 
La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la

After two days, in the desert sun, 
My skin began to turn red. 
After three days, in the desert fun, 
I was looking at a river bed. 
And the story it told, of a river that flowed, 
Made me sad to think it was dead. 

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name, 
It felt good to be out of the rain. 
In the desert you can remember your name, 
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain. 
La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la

After nine days, I let the horse run free, 
'Cause the desert had turned to sea. 
There were plants and birds, and rocks and things, 
There was sand and hills and rings. 
The ocean is a desert, with its life underground, 
And a perfect disguise above. 
Under the cities lies, a heart made of ground, 
But the humans will give no love. 

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name, 
It felt good to be out of the rain. 
In the desert you can remember your name, 
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain. 
La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la