segunda-feira, fevereiro 13, 2006

Hoje não tem música, tem poesia...

I heard of a man who says words so beautifully
That if he only speaks their name,
women give themselves to him

If I am dumb beside your body
while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips
It is because I hear a man
climb the stairs and clear his throat
outside the door

Leonard Cohen

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