estradas perdidas

Atrás de casa, encoberta por tufos de erva daninha, silvas e bidões abandonados, o comboio de janelas iluminadas vinha das Quintãs e silvou depois do túnel em curva, em direcção a Aveiro. Ali ao lado há uma estrada, a minha primeira estrada. Mulheres e homens cruzam-na impelindo teimosamente os pedais das bicicletas. Junto à vitrine de um pronto-a-vestir lê-se "Modas Katita". De uma taberna, saem dois homens que se dirigem para duas Famel-Zundapp. Estrada perdida.

2004-05-17

Canção do dia

I'll Be Here In The Morning

de Townes Van Zandt

There's no stronger wind than the one that blows
down a lonesome railroad line
No prettier sight than looking back
on a town you left behind
There is nothin' that's as real
as a love that's in my mind


Close your eyes
I'll be here in the morning
close your eyes
I'll be here for a while


There's lots of things along the road
I'd surely like to see
I'd like to lean into the wind
and tell myself I'm free
but your softest whisper's louder
than the highways call to me


All the mountains and the rivers
and the valleys can't compare
to your blue lit dancin' eyes
and yellow shining hair
I could never hit the open road
and leave you layin' there


Lay your head back easy, love,
close your cryin' eyes
I'll be layin' here beside you
when the sun comes on the rise
I'll stay as long as the cuckoo wails
and the lonesome bluejay cries.

Também gosto muita da versão do Calvin Russell no álbum "Texas Radio"