sexta-feira, dezembro 09, 2005

Ghost Song


[The Doors]

Awake.
Shake dreams from your hairMy pretty child, my sweet one.Choose the day and choose the sign of your dayThe day’s divinityFirst thing you see.A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moonCouples naked race down by it’s quiet sideAnd we laugh like soft, mad childrenSmug in the wooly cotton brains of infancyThe music and voices are all around us.Choose they croon the ancient onesThe time has come againChoose now, they croonBeneath the moonBeside an ancient lakeEnter again the sweet forestEnter the hot dreamCome with usEverything is broken up and dances.
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OUT OF MY MYND. BACK [???] TUESDAY.
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porque colinho de mãe faz muito bem, e eu nao vejo a minha há quase dois meses.
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"So long and thanks for all the fishes"
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dreamin on...
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liberdade às reticências. câmbio e desligo.
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Um comentário:

Valéria disse...

que bom que segui os rastros do pedro pan e andei lendo as coisas por aqui...meus olhos saem preenchidos...