The ground beneath her feet
All my life, I worshipped her
Her golden voice, her beauty's beat
How she made us feel
How she made me real
And the ground beneath her feet
And the ground beneath her feet
And now I can't be sure of anything
Black is white, and cold is heat
For what I worshipped stole my love away
It was the ground beneath her feet
It was the ground beneath her feet
Go lightly down your darkened way
Go lightly underground
I'll be down there in another day
I won't rest until you're found
Let me love you true, let me rescue you
Let me lead you to where two roads meet
O come back above
Where there's only love
And the ground beneath her feet
And the ground beneath her feet.
Salman Rushdie.
Damon at 10:08 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.
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.