Prenda atrasada

Como sabem, o meu blog fez aninhos a semana passada, pelo que decidi oferecer-lhe a prenda ideal. Toma lá, blog meu:

Time takes care of the wound so I can believe
You had so much to give you thought I couldn’t see
Gifts for boot heels to crush promises deceived
I had to send it away to bring us back again
Your eyes and body brighten silent waters deep
Your precious daughter in the other room, asleep
A kiss “Goodnight” from every stranger that I meet
I had to send it away to bring us back again

Morning theft, unpretender left, ungraceful

True self is what brought you here to me
A place where we can accept this love
Friendship battered down by useless history
Unexamined failure

But what am I still to you, some thief who stole from you?
Or some fool drama queen whose chances were few?
That brings us to who we need, a place where we can save
A heart that beats as both siphon and reservoir
You’re a woman, I’m a calf
You’re a window, I’m a knife
We come together making chance in the starlight
Meet me tomorrow night or any day you want
I have no right to wonder just how, or when
You know the meaning fits, there’s no relief in this
I miss my beautiful friend

I have to send it away to bring her back again.

Jeff Buckley