Eu espero que quem estiver lendo esse post possa identificar a sensação – você está lá, cuidando da sua vida apesar de sempre ter um batalhão de malas querendo fazer isso por você, quando uma música começa a tocar na rádio.
E aquela música, em meio a tantas outras, lhe causa um arrepio na espinha, mexe com você de um jeito único, talvez por invocar lembranças de algum momento do seu passado que ficou marcado diretamente na sua alma – lembrando que marcas assim nem sempre são por bons motivos.
Enjoy!
Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine
Made up my mind, make a new start
Goin' to California with an achin' in my heart
Someone told me there's a girl out there
With love in her eyes and flowers in her hair
Took my chances on a big jet-plane
Never let 'em tell ya that they're aw-ooh-all the same
Hoh, the sea was red and the sky was grey
I wonder how tomorrow could ever follow today-hee
Mountains and the canyons start to tremble and shake
The children of the sun begin to awake
Now
Watch out
It seems that the wrath of the gods got a punch on the nose
And it's startin' to flow, I think I might be sinkin'
Throw me a line, if I reach it in time
Meet you up there where the path runs straight and high
Find a queen without a king
They say she plays guitar and cries and sings, la-la-la-la
Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn
Tryin' to find a woman who's never, never, never been born
Standin' on a hill in the mountain of dreams
Tellin' myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário