"Não há um milímetro do mundo que não seja saboroso" (Jean Giono)

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A Song For You - Ray Charles



I've been so many places in my life and time

I've sung a lot of songs, I've made some bad rhyme

I've acted out my life in stages

With ten thousand people watching

But we're alone now and I'm singin' this song for you



I know your image of me is what I hope to be, baby

I've treated you unkindly but girl can't you see

There's no one more important to me

So darling can't you please see through me

'cause we're alone now and I'm singin' my song for you



You taught me precious secrets of the truth, withholdin' nothin'

You came out in front and I was hiding

But now I'm so much better so if my words don't come together

Listen to the melody cause my love's in there hiding



I love you in a place where there's no space or time

I love you for my life, 'cause you're a friend of mine


And when my life is over, remember when we were together

We were alone and I was singin' my song for you



I love you in a place where there's no space or time

I've loved you for my life, yes, you're a friend of mine

And when my life is over, remember when we were together

We were alone and I was singin' my song for you, yes

We were alone and I was singin' this song for you, baby

We were alone and I was singin' my song,

Singin' my song, singin' my song, singin' my song

Singin' my song

Lunar...


"Uma brisa ergue-se do interior da terra e chega a mim, à consciência de mim: o meu rosto, os meus lábios, o meu corpo tocado por essa brisa. Caminho por entre essa brisa a passar por mim, como se atravessasse uma multidão invisível. A brisa, ao tocar os meus olhos, transforma-se em lágrimas que descem frias pelo meu rosto. Os meus lábios. Sinto-as e sinto a memória das vezes que chorei o desespero parado, mais triste, de lágrimas que descem lentamente pelo rosto. O tempo passa por mim como qualquer coisa que passa por mim sem que a consiga imaginar e as lágrimas, que eram apenas a brisa a tocar os meus olhos, começam a ser lágrimas de desespero verdadeiro..."

(José Luís Peixoto)

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