L'Air. Joan Miró. 1937.
Como um Ícaro com as suas asas de cera
E tocam-te por dentro também?
beijo
e será sempre asim colorida a vida?
I remember when you came
I can just recall that day
Unexpected, undetected
If I'd have known I still would have done it.
So little time, so long to wait
A paradise, within your eyes
All the things I could tell you
All the things I could show you.
You're my waking thought
You're the smile on my lips
I dream I see your face
I see and dream of you.
You were safe and warm
I was in your hands
We were moved in time
To another space.
Somewhere, not here
Somewhere, not here
So, little time
So, little time.
You were safe and warm
I was in your hands
We were moved in time
To another space.
A thousand miles away
I'd like to fly to you.
I immerse myself
I dream, I see your face
I see, I dream of you
If you were here we'd watch
If you were here we'd see.
You're my waking thought
You're the smile on my lips.
You were safe and warm
I was in your hands
We were moved in time
To another space.
Somewhere, not here
I know you are somewhere, not here
You're my waking thought
You're the smile on my lips
Are you thinking of me
Do I invade your sleep
A paradise, a paradise
Within your eyes.
I remember when you came
I can just recall that day
Somewhere not here
Somewhere not here
Somewhere.
D. Sebastião... sempre atento... :)