[Quando uma imagem e outras letras dizem tudo o que se me passa; então calo e contemplo:]
"It’s four in the morning, the end of december
I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better
New york is cold, but I like where I’m living
There’s music on clinton street all through the evening.
I hear that you’re building your little house deep in the desert
You’re living for nothing now, I hope you’re keeping some kind of record.
Yes, and jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?
Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You’d been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without lili marlene
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody’s wife.
Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see jane’s awake
She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I’m glad you stood in my way.
If you ever come by here, for jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.
Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.
And jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
sincerely, l. cohen"
'Famous Blue Raincoat', Leonard Cohen

the starry night, 1889, Vincent van Gogh
Hummm, esse van gogh :) é de uma pessoa ficar logo bem disposta o dia todo!!!!! ;)
Afixado por: Chavininha em maio 31, 2005 10:45 AMEmbora a história do Cohen (só?) não o seja... :(
beijinhos,
Afixado por: PmA em junho 1, 2005 01:33 AMConcordo. Mas não gosto de histórias tristes. Prefiro quando elas acabam com sorrisos ;)
Afixado por: Chavininha em junho 1, 2005 11:31 AMPrefiro quando não acabam - se daí for só, exclusivo e apenas, bom sinal.
Afixado por: PmA em junho 1, 2005 09:22 PMNão concordo. Apenas porque as historias que não fazem sorrir, raramente são boas historias. Mas preferir, prefiro mesmo as que não acabam e que causam sempre sorrisos :)
Afixado por: Chavininha em junho 1, 2005 11:11 PMChavininha, é exactamente isso: gostava que, valendo a pena, não carecessem de ponto final.
(de falsas boas histórias, que tanto cansam os quotidianos, estou farto - não cabem aqui.)
Beijinhos,
Afixado por: PmA em junho 3, 2005 02:55 AM