domingo, 7 de setembro de 2008

poesia musicalizada. gosto doce do amargo.

Yeah, but nobody searches
And nobody cares somehow
When the loving that you've wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud
Then I might stop and look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me [Yesterday]
Dissipate in a violet blaze...

Can't you see what you've done to my heart and soul?

De Slow Hands - Interpol.
Na imagem, Paul Banks [=D]

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