Só me permito a colagem quando navego por cima.
quando penso transformá-la,
nem que seja pelo afeto.
esta canção tem a voz de Mark Lanegan:
my heart turns grey when I listen it,
and my eyes turns so shine.
escrever em outra língua é movimento de resistência,
é encontrar poesia no limbo.
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Carry Home
Come down to the willow garden with me
Come go with me
Come go and see
Although I've howled across fields and my eyes turned grey
Are yours still the same
Are you still the same
Carry home
I have returned
Through so many highways
And so many tears
Your letter never survived the heat of my hand
My buring hand
My sweating hand
Your love never survived the heat of my heart
My violent heart
In the dark
Carry home
I have returned
Through so many highways
And so many tears
Come down to the willow garden with me
Come go with me
Come go and see
Although I've howled across fields and my eyes turned grey
Are yours still the same
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