Eu diria que naufragados já nós estamos... uma mudança de rumo, agora, teria - terá! - de ser na vertical, em direcção à superfície. O oxigénio que nos vai restado começa a ser francamente insuficiente...
These are the days of the endless summer These are the days, the time is now There is no past, there's only future There's only here, there's only now
Oh your smiling face, your gracious presence The fires of spring are kindling bright Oh the radiant heart and the song of glory Crying freedom in the night
These are the days by the sparkling river His timely grace and our treasured find This is the love of the one magician Turned the water into wine
These are the days of the endless dancing and the Long walks on the summer night These are the days of the true romancing When I'm holding you oh, so tight
These are the days by the sparkling river His timely grace and our treasured find This is the love of the one great magician Turned the water into wine
These are the days now that we must savor And we must enjoy as we can These are the days that will last forever You've got to hold them in your heart.
Van Morrison, the best! Adoro estas suas coisas belas. beijinho
Antes do naufrágio , é possível corrigir o rumo; mas , depois, acho muito difícil.
ResponderEliminarPrincipalmente quando Portugal deveria cada vez mais se asssemelha à "Medusa"
Bom domingo
Eu diria que naufragados já nós estamos... uma mudança de rumo, agora, teria - terá! - de ser na vertical, em direcção à superfície. O oxigénio que nos vai restado começa a ser francamente insuficiente...
ResponderEliminarOutro abraço!
ResponderEliminarThese are the days, of an endless winter! : )
Um poema muito bonito. Diz-nos muito.
ResponderEliminarfui reler o poema e tambem ainda acredito que se houver esperança e um pedaço de sonho talvez o barco faça a viagem...
ResponderEliminarAi de nós se não tivermos "a proa virada ao sonho"!!! (mas isso não dá de comer a quem tem fome...)
ResponderEliminarThese are the days of the endless summer
ResponderEliminarThese are the days, the time is now
There is no past, there's only future
There's only here, there's only now
Oh your smiling face, your gracious presence
The fires of spring are kindling bright
Oh the radiant heart and the song of glory
Crying freedom in the night
These are the days by the sparkling river
His timely grace and our treasured find
This is the love of the one magician
Turned the water into wine
These are the days of the endless dancing and the
Long walks on the summer night
These are the days of the true romancing
When I'm holding you oh, so tight
These are the days by the sparkling river
His timely grace and our treasured find
This is the love of the one great magician
Turned the water into wine
These are the days now that we must savor
And we must enjoy as we can
These are the days that will last forever
You've got to hold them in your heart.
Van Morrison, the best!
Adoro estas suas coisas belas.
beijinho