quarta-feira, setembro 13, 2006
Considerações sobre Jeff Buckley na versão de Rufus Wainwright
What I really wonder is if the holly dark was moving to, because surely every breath we took was hallelujah.
(I realize this is a purely rhetorical question, as I wander in between languages, because I saw the holly dark move around our bodies and in between our tongues.)
From all considerations, all I can see is my faith reunited, with such detail, as if I never lost it. Like if I was building it from pieces and bits of old recollections and new visions of different worlds. I see it standing in front of this lonely and crowded bridge I have to cross.
Welcome back. I haven't seen you for so long I now forgot how you feel, how good is to finally touch you and have you within the reach of my hands, my arms.
Criado por Isménia @ 3:36 da tarde 
