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28 agosto 2012
12 outubro 2011
09 setembro 2011
Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me, loving, to your isle.
And you sang, "sail to me, sail to me;
Let me enfold you."
Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?
Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken lovelorn on your rocks.
For you sang, "touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow."
Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.
I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.
I'm as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or shall I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing: "swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."
"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me, loving, to your isle.
And you sang, "sail to me, sail to me;
Let me enfold you."
Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?
Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken lovelorn on your rocks.
For you sang, "touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow."
Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.
I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.
I'm as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or shall I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing: "swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."
"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."
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MICHELE PÓ,
Song to the Siren,
Tim Buckley
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