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Uma fotografia, uma música parte IX - The Sound Of Silence Simon & Garfunkel

02.07.18 | Paulo Brites


Nikon D3200, 18-55mm @ 18mm, f/8, 1/250s, ISO 100 


Hello darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence


In restless dreams I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone

'Neath the halo of a street lamp

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed

by the flash of a neon light

That split the night

And touched the sound of silence


And in the naked light I saw

Ten thousand people, maybe more

People talking without speaking

People hearing without listening

People writing songs

that voices never share

And no one dared

Disturb the sound of silence


"Fools" said I, "You do not know

Silence like a cancer grows

Hear my words that I might teach you

Take my arms that I might reach you. "

But my words like silent raindrops fell

And echoed

In the wells of silence


And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon god they made

And the sign flashed out its warning

In the words that it was forming

And the sign said

"The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls

And tenement halls. "

And whisper'd in the sounds of silence


The Sound Of Silence Simon & Garfunkel