sexta-feira, 5 de junho de 2009

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Misery is a butterfly, Blonde Redhead

Dearest Jane I should've known better
But I could'nt say hello, I didnt know why
But now I think, I think you were sad
Yes you were, you were, you were

What I say, I say only to you
Cause I love and I love only you
Dearest Jane, I want to give you a dream
That no one has given you

Remember when we found misery
We watched her, watched her spread her wings
And slowly fly around our room
And she asked for your gentle mind

Misery is a butterfly
Her heavy wings will warp your mind
With her small ugly face
And her long antenna
And her black and pink heavy wings

Remember when we found misery
We watched her, watched her spread her wings
And slowly fly around our room
And she asked for your gentle mind

1 comentário:

Joaquim Alexandre disse...

Breathtaking...
"Breathless"
"À bout de souffle"
Raquel, eu sabia e lembrava-me e até já uma vez escrevi sobre o gesto de Belmondo a passar o polegar nos lábios, gesto que o homem da Martini iria imitar anos depois.
Belmondo, herói oblíquo, a olhar fundo no fundo dos olhos de Jean Seberg.
Antes de cair, à bout de souffle.
Isso sabia eu...
Não sabia da música das asas de uma borboleta.
Breathless...
Um fascínio...
A.