Saltar para: Post [1], Pesquisa e Arquivos [2]

Diz à mãe para migar as sopas ...

Diz à mãe para migar as sopas ...

Black

19.09.17 | Paulo Brites

DSC_5108-1

Nikon D3200, 18-55mm @ 18mm, f/9, 1/1000s, ISO 100

Por ai ... 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xu85_WHGd0w

 

Sheets of empty canvas

Untouched sheets of clay

Were laid spread out before me

As her body once did

 

Oh all five horizons

Revolved around her soul

As the earth to the sun

Now the air I tasted and breathed

Has taken a turn

 

Oh and all I taught her was everything

Oh, I know she gave me all that she wore

And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds

Of what was everything?

 

All the pictures have

All been washed in black

Tattooed everything

 

I take a walk outside

I'm surrounded by some kids at play

I can feel their laughter so why do I sear?

 

Oh and twisted thoughts that spin 'round my head

I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning

How quick the sun can drop away

 

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass

Of what was everything

All the pictures have, all been washed in black

tattooed everything

 

All the love gone bad

Turned my world to black

Tattooed all I see, all that I am and all that I'll be... yeah

 

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life

I know you'll be a star

In somebody else's sky

 

But why? why?

Why can't it be, oh can't it be mine?

Pearl Jam - Black