quarta-feira, novembro 01, 2006

By the rhythm of your language



"Through the alleyways to cool off in the shadows
then into the street following the water
there's a bearded man paddling in his canoe
looks as if he has come all the way from the cayman islands
these canals, it seems, they all go in circles
places look the same, and we're the only difference
the wind is in your hair, it's covering my view
I'm holding on to you, on a bike we've hired until tomorrow
if only they could see, if only they had been here
they would understand, how someone could have chosen
to go the length I've gone, to spend just one day riding
holding on to you, I never thought it would be this clear "

Kings of Convenience, Cayman Islands

//!Se ao menos eles pudessem ver, se ao menos eles estivessem aqui .Eles entenderiam como alguém pode ter escolhido. Ir tão longe quanto eu fui, passar somente um dia passeando .Segurando em você, eu nunca pensei que seria tão claro.!//

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