21 fevereiro 2007

porque tudo o que hoje queria...

era que uma certa pessoa dedica-se esta música a uma outra...


I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky,
When the children were babies and played on the beach.
You came up behind me, I saw you go by,
You were always so close and still within reach.

Sara, Sara,
Whatever made you want to change your mind?
Sara, Sara,
So easy to look at, so hard to define.

I can still see them playin' with their pails in the sand,
They run to the water their buckets to fill.
I can still see the shells fallin' out of their hands
As they follow each other back up the hill.

Sara, Sara,
Sweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life,
Sara, Sara,
Radiant jewel, mystical wife.

Sleepin' in the woods by a fire in the night,
Drinkin' white rum in a Portugal bar,
Them playin' leapfrog and hearin' about Snow White,
You in the marketplace in Savanna-la-Mar.

Sara, Sara,
It's all so clear, I could never forget,
Sara, Sara,
Lovin' you is the one thing I'll never regret.

I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells,
I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through,
Stayin' up for days in the Chelsea Hotel,
Writin' "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands" for you.

Sara, Sara,
Wherever we travel we're never apart.
Sara, oh Sara,
Beautiful lady, so dear to my heart.

How did I meet you? I don't know.
A messenger sent me in a tropical storm.
You were there in the winter, moonlight on the snow
And on Lily Pond Lane when the weather was warm.

Sara, oh Sara,
Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress,
Sara, Sara,
You must forgive me my unworthiness.

Now the beach is deserted except for some kelp
And a piece of an old ship that lies on the shore.
You always responded when I needed your help,
You gimme a map and a key to your door.

Sara, oh Sara,
Glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow,
Sara, oh Sara,
Don't ever leave me, don't ever go.

3 comments:

Anonymous Anónimo said...

Pq d certeza q a dedicatória está lá...nas mais pequeninas,nas mais simbólicas coisas...mesmo que não seja a pulmão aberto...acredita q,algures,essa dedicatória está lá!
É preciso é acreditar...:) que ñ há Amor sm essa letra...e,qnd se ama,essa letra,msm q ñ dedicada em alta voz,permanece no coração!...
beijinho grande...

7:07 da tarde  
Anonymous Anónimo said...

quando um dos nossos pilares cai ficamos desesperados...mas o mundo não acabou e está sempre em reconstrução...
Certamente que o teu desejo se vai realizar, não por essas palavras mas por outras que queiram dizer o mesmo...
Boa sorte

7:13 da tarde  
Blogger MDA said...

Já te disse no Baba O'Riley mas como uma pessoa não pode ter verogonha para se safar neste mundo, não é verdade?...

O meu blog: www.thunderroad.blogspot.com

11:39 da manhã  

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