segunda-feira, dezembro 19, 2005

O menino que inventou a solidão

Your noise
I wanna touch your noise
I wanna face your noise
I wanna swallow your noise
I wanna be your noise

And a color
Your color
I wanna break your color
I will break your color

My color

The spot
A spot

A spot

3 comentários:

Unknown disse...

Por Elvis, esse texto é seu? É absurdamente, excepcionalmente, maravilhosamente, e todos os outros mentes que exitem, perfeito!!! No fim, acho que nos abandonar vai acabar te fazendo bem... Já aprendeu a comer que nem gente?
~ beijos.

Unknown disse...

Procure o CD "Outside", do David Bowie. É de 1995, mas é um dos melhores (se não for o melhor) que eu já escutei. Vale a pena, Acho que você vai gostar.

Unknown disse...

Isso me lembra uma música do Einsturzende Neubauten, o nome é "Sabrina"... "I wish this would be your color. Your color, i wish...
"It's not the red of the dying sun
The morning sheets surprising stain
It's not the red of which we bleed

The red of cabernet sauvignon
A world of ruby all in vain

It's not that red

It's not as golden as Zeus famous shower
It doesn't come, not at all, from above
It's in the open but it doesn't get stolen
It's not that gold
It's not as golden as memory
Or the age of the same name

It's not that gold

I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
Your colour, I wish

It is as black as malevitch's square
The cold furnace in which we stare
A high pitch on a future scale
It is a starless winternight's tale
It suits you well

It is that black

I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
Your colour, I wish

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