quinta-feira, março 16, 2006

Crush








Crazy, how it, feels tonight.
Crazy, how you, make it all alright love.
You crush me, with the, things you do,
I do, for you, anything too oh.
Sitting, smoking, feeling high.
And in this, moment, ah, it feels so right.


Lovely lady, I am at your feet, oh, God I want you so badly.
And I wonder this could tomorrow be so wondrous as you there sleeping


Let’s go, drive ’til, the morning comes.
And watch the, sunrise, and fill our souls up.
We’ll drink some, wine ‘til, we get drunk, yes...


It’s crazy, I’m thinking, just knowing that the world is round.
I’m here I’m dancing on the ground.
Am I right side up or upside down, and is this real, or am I dreaming?


Lovely lady, let me drink you, please, I won’t spill a, drop no, I promise you.
Lying under this spell you cast on me.
Each moment the more, i, love, you. crush me, come on. oh, yes.


It’s crazy I’m thinking, just knowing that the world is round.
I’m here I’m dancing on the ground.
Am I right side up or upside down?
Is this real, oh lord, or am I dreaming?


Lovely lady, I will treat you sweetly, adore you, I mean, you crush me.
Oh it’s times like these when my faith I feel.
I know, how, I, love, you. come on, come on, baby.


It’s crazy, I’m thinking just as long as you’re around.
I’m here I’ll be dancing on the ground.
Am I right side up or upside down?
To each other, we’ll be facing.
My love, my love, we’ll beat back the pain we’ve found.
You know, I mean to tell you all the things I’ve been thinking, deep inside my
Friend.
With each moment the more I love you. crush me, come on, baby.



So much you have, given love, that I would give you back again and again.
Oh, the love, many now hold you but please, please, just let me, always

Dave Matthews band









> Crush

domingo, março 05, 2006

Na Penumbra dos dias...


O silêncio permanece emoldurado nos contornos da tua boca.
O teu olhar é lugar incerto que se evade na fugacidade de um instante.
E eu perco as horas para os desenhar na memória antes que a penumbra encerre o entardecer do dia!
Mas... Se tão pouco a luz é protectora, não sei por quanto tempo mais esta sombra vulnerável que me habita consentirá esta vivência a preto e branco.
Nenhum olhar reconhece outro que se perdeu na dormência cinza dos dias. E o teu beijo é destino que se afasta dos meus lábios.
> Na Penumbra dos dias...