jóias de família
Nuestros tesoros son tesoros falsos.
Y somos los ladrones de tesoros.
Felipe Benítez Reyes
sábado, abril 08, 2006
a luz sobre a mesa #6
aluz sobre a .
Burning of The Midnight LampThe morning is deadAnd the day is tooThere’s nothing left here to greet meBut the velvet moonAll my lonelinessI have felt todayIt’s a little more than enoughTo make a man throw himself awayAnd I continueTo burn the midnight lampAloneNow the smiling portrait of youIs stll hangin’ on my frowning wallIt really doesn’t really doesn’t bother me too much at allIt’s just the, uh, ever falling dustThat makes it so hard for me to seeThat forgotten ear-ring laying on the floorFacing coldly toward the doorAnd I continueTo burn the midnight lampAll aloneBurnLonely lonely, yeahLonely lonely lonelyLoneliness is such a, dragSo here I sit to faceThat same old fire placeGettin’ ready for the sam old explosionGoin’ through my mindAnd soon enough time will tellAbout the circus and the wishingwellAnd someone who will buy and sell for meSomeone who will toll my bellAnd I continue to burn the midnight lampAloneDarlin’ do you here me callin’ youSo lonelyLonely!Jimi Hendrix
.RMR
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