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A journey by the river I can’t remember when I arrived, All I can say is that I was there, Half under water, half in the sun, Far away from everything and Far away from everyone I carried music in my ears, A distant sound of recent beats, Half post-modern, half na?ve, Far away from just guitar thieves, Closer to me «Keep close to me», I told the river «Please don’t leave me, Wait a few minutes Before you jump into the sea…» Before my ears run out of melody My legs, they followed nobody’s shadow, They walked for miles, my lips they smiled, Despite a numbness in my face, The numbness of winter’s end, I was winter’s best friend. My friends they flied High above me Down by the river I knew they called me But I just had to give myself A journey by the river So I focused on the bitter melody, The river beside the man nobody saw, The boy who looked like a foreign ghost Was no one but me… Damon Durham Damon at 10:01 da tarde
Damon at 10:35 da tarde
Damon at 10:35 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. |