Sexta-feira

não mais que de repente.

............................................................................Ad Aeternum.

Fixing a Hole

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in And stops my mind from wandering Where it will go.
I'm filling in the cracks that ran through the door And kept my mind from wandering
Where it will go.

And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong I'm right Where I belong I'm right Where I belong.
See the people standing there who Disagree and never win And wonder why they don't get in my door.

I'm painting the room in a colorful way
And when my mind is wandering
There I will go.

And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong I'm right Where I belong I'm right Where I belong.
Silly people run around they worry me And never ask me why they don't get past my door.

I'm taking the time for a number of things That weren't important yesterday And I still go.
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in And stops my mind from wandering Where it will go.

The Beatles.

"When you were young and your heart was an open book

You used to say live and let live

(You know you did, you know you did, you know you did)

But if this ever-changing world in which we live in

Makes you give in and cry

Say live and let die

Live and let die

Live and let die

Live and let die"

(Paul McCartney)

Aos quatro cantos o seu corpo
Partido
Banido
Aos quatro ventos os seus quartos
Seus cacos
De vidro
O seu veneno incomodando
A tua honra
O teu verão
Presta atenção

Aos quatro cantos suas tripas
De graça
De sobra
Aos quatro ventos os seus quartos
Deus cacos
De cobra
O seu veneno arruinando
A tua filha
A plantação
Presta atenção

Aos quatro cantos seus ganidos
Seu grito
Medonho
Aos quatro ventos os seus quartos
Seus cacos
De sonho
O seu veneno temperando
A tua veia
O teu feijão
Presta atenção

Mais uma letra fantástica de Chico Buarque, e uma das minhas músicas preferidas: Cobra de Vidro.