While You were Sleeping

And it’ll haunt you

My honey bee,

Anyone who’s anyone

Has that same dream.

Were you falling,

Were you flying,

Were you calling out

Or were you dying?

But thank god you’re up now,

Let’s stay this way,

Else there’ll be no mornings

And no more days.

‘Cause when we’re dreaming

The babies grow,

The stars shine

And the shadows flow.

Time flies,

The phone rings,

There is a silence

When everbody tries to sing.

Uh oh,

Uh oh

Uh oh

Uh oh

Uh oh…..

 

50,000 volts of electricity (unplugged)

Helen

I just heard the news,

a new one is on your line.

I just heard the news,

it's taking all my time.

What will you do

when I'm fine?

What will I write

when I'm fine?

I just heard the news,

a new one is on your line.

Legs they're wrapped around,

a victim by surprise.

What will you do

when I'm fine?

What will I write

when I'm fine.

Helen, if you called my name you know I'd go.

In much the same way the sun steals the snow.

I've been burned by the heat two bodies make.

A little bird told me that your type is too ripe to take.

Serenade

Serenata

Permita que eu feche os meus olhos,

pois é muito longe e tão tarde!

Pensei que era apenas demora,

e cantando pus-me a esperar-te.

Permite que agora emudeça:

que me conforme em ser sozinha.

Há uma doce luz no silencio,

e a dor é de origem divina.

Permite que eu volte o meu rosto

para um céu maior que este mundo,

e aprenda a ser dócil no sonho

como as estrelas no seu rumo.

                                     Cecília Meireles

Bem-me-quer-Mal-me-quer

A luta sublime – touché direito ao coração, direito ao pé esquerdo.

                                                                                           O.R.

Cello Song

Strange face

With your eyes

So pale and sincere

Underneath you know well

You have nothing to fear

For the dreams that came

To you when so young

Told of a life

Where spring is sprung

You would seem so frail

In the cold of the night

When the armies of emotion

Go out to fight

But while the earth

Sinks to it’s grave

You sail to the sky

On the crest of a wave

 

apetece-me

PALAVRÃO.

APATIAS

submergem- me.

VONTADES

demasiadas.

REALIDADE

não gosto.

PALAVRÕES

sei-os todos.

Joseph

They want to see me cry
I would rather fly
I'm swimming in my grease
Angel, touch my face

She leads me by my hand
To castles in the sand
Suffocating from concrete
She I like to meet

I have to leave to look
I had to take a took (?)
I have to feel alone
I have to change my tone

I begin to wash my sins
I'm tryin' (?), my life begins

I sit up, I stand down
I sit up, I spin around

World Citizen (I Won't be Disappointed)

I want to feel
Until my heart can take no more
And there's nothing in this world I wouldn't give

I want to break
The indifference of the days
I want a conscience that will keep me wide awake

I won't be disappointed
I won't be disappointed
I won't be.

Palabra o Sonido

" Mi abuela tenía una teoría muy interesante, decía que si bien todos nacemos con una caja de cerillas en nuestro interior, no las podemos encender solos, necesitamos oxígeno y la ayuda de una vela. Sólo que en este caso el oxígeno tiene que provenir, por ejemplo, del aliento de la persona amada; la vela puede ser cualquier tipo de alimento, música, caricia, palabra o sonido que haga disparar el detonador y así encender una de las cerillas. Por un momento, nos sentiremos deslumbrados por una intensa emoción. "

Laura Esquivel

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