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Water Lou I was born as a river Blood ran through me as water Fresh, wild, vital No ships dared sailing on it They were very far away from there On journeys to visit the world My mother used to cry ‘Cos no tears ever fell from my eyes They were always dark As her deepest fears Then I met you on a bright night You were swimming naked Through my waters My liquid hands caressed your skin As we touched At first you didn’t realise my presence there It was only when I rose from the deep That you understood I was real You looked scared but you smiled And soon you were shown There was nothing to fear For I wasn’t there to harm you I was there to take you One single favour I had to ask As your body waved through me So fresh, so young, so pure Suddenly, my courage had disappeared For my mind had lost itself Beyond the bends of your body Silence took control of my tongue And I wasn’t certain Of speaking your language Again you smiled toward me My eyes they dropped Facing a whiteness that was no more Than the pureness of your skin And then there was an impulse Coming from the depths I had to tell you why I was there There was a proposal to be made And it was My name is Water Lou Always so cold, always so blue May you swim in me forever So that I don’t turn to ice? You looked surprised My waters waved their arms, I was nervous You looked inside of me Saw the rocks that made my bed And realised there was no life there No fish would ever survive there You weren’t too keen on what I had asked you So I asked you again Please swim in me forever I don’t want to turn to ice Swim in me forever Or I’ll have to drown you The strangeness in the way you looked Showed there would be rain in your eyes And after a sudden movement, a shyness I suppose, You started crying As I tried to give you comfort All I could do was scare you Those tears could save my life I would never turn to ice As long as you didn’t stop crying That made me angry with myself I was depending on your sadness and fear to survive So for the first time In my liquid existence My eyes released a modest tear And we cried together It was then that we became the flood And the world would never forget us. Damon Durham. Damon at 3:41 da tarde
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where words come together as waves, blue and beautiful, dying in the whiteness, but repeating themselves like music notes, from sunrise to sunset to sunrise again. um livro: «Saudades de Nova Iorque», de Pedro Paixão. um filme: «Memento». um disco: «King of limbs», Radiohead. |