Interlúdio musical

Porque nem sempre as palavras mais belas vêm dos livros…


Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me, as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything…

I take a walk outside
I’m surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I’m spinning, oh, I’m spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything…
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I’ll ever be…yeah…

I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life,
I know you’ll be a star
In somebody else’s sky, but why
Why, why can’t it be, why can’t it be mine


Por volta das 23h de hoje, estarei de novo presente num concerto dos Pearl Jam. Letras inspiradoras, música fantástica, um vocalista que é o meu ídolo musical… imperdível! – Célia M.

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Sobre Célia

Tenho 38 anos e adoro ler desde que me conheço. O blogue Estante de Livros foi criado em Julho de 2007, e nasceu da minha vontade de partilhar as opiniões sobre o que ia lendo. Gosto de ler muitos géneros diferentes. Alguns dos favoritos são fantasia, romances históricos, policiais/thrillers e não-ficção.