19 de fevereiro de 2003

Peter Murphy
in Cascade

Wish

I wish it was spring
I wish it was your house
We'd invite the beggars
Hanging 'bout your front fence
Wish I was your tree
I wish I could bend and bow
Like the branch of ash
Bum idols for love

I wish we could dress
In only happy cloaks
And blow rave waves
To the lily pond
I wish I was your mirror
Give you up my wand
Wish I was your mirror
Be your fine shine
Wish I was a nomad
Living in your land
An Irish tinker
Drinking juice of rose
From your hand

Wish I was a beggar
Waiting at your door


I wish we could dress
In only happy cloaks
And blow rave waves
To the lily pond
I wish I was your mirror
Give you up my wand
Wish I was your mirror
Be your fine shine
I wish I could rush
To see the first sun
Rise to your call
Bum idols for love


desejo, mais que vontade, desejo de voltar àquela sensação de ver este senhor no palco... render.me completamente, como há muito não acontecia, render-me completamente à encenação sincera das suas palavras... abandonar-me a mim, deixar-me, dentro de mim... corropio de sentidos, um desmaio e a inconsciência...

perder.me...
i wish...