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.

2008-11-17

ESPERANÇA NUM MUNDO MELHOR



Out here the nights are long the days are lonely
I think of you, and, I’m working on a dream
I’m working on a dream
Now the cards I’ve drawn is a rough hand darlin'
A straight and I'm back in.... and I’m working on a dream
I’m working on a dream, I’m working on a dream,
Though sometimes it feels so far away
I’m working on a dream, and I know it will be mine someday
Rain pouring down I swing my hammer
My hands are rough from… working on a dream
I’m working on a dream I’m working on a dream,
Though trouble can feel like it’s here to stay, I’m working on a dream,
Well our love will chase the trouble away I’m working on a dream,
Though it can feel so far away I’m working on a dream,
Our love will make it real someday
The sun rises up, I climb the ladder
A new day breaks and… I’m working on a dream
I’m working on a dream I’m working on a dream
I’m working on a dream Come on.... I’m working on a dream,
Though it can feel so far away I’m working on a dream,
Our love will make it real someday I’m working on a dream,
Oh it can feel so far away I’m working on a dream,
And our love will make it real someday