The Wanderer: Continuando

sexta-feira, julho 15, 2005

Continuando

Eu também queria ter coragem para falar tudo que eu tenho vontade de falar. Fazer tudo o que eu tenho vontade de fazer. Destruir tudo o que tenho vontade de destruir.

Sabe? Tem um quê de Prometeu na minha personalidade que tem me atrapalhado, ultimamente.

Prometeu foi acorrentado a um penhasco e todo dia vinha uma águia comer seu figado, que se regenerava durante a noite.

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I went out walking
Through streets paved with gold,
Lifted some stones of the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul.

I went out walking
Under an atomic sky,
Where the ground won’t turn and the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said goodbye.

Yeah, I went with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering.

I went drifting
Through the capitals of tin,
Where men can’t walk or freely talk
And sons turn their fathers in.

I stopped outside a church house
Where the citizens lack to sit,
They say they want the kingdom
But they don’t want God in it.

I went out riding
Down that old eight lane,
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name.

I went with nothing,
But the thought you’d be there too
Looking for you.

I wet out there
In search of experience
To taste and touch and to view as much
As a man can before he redempts.

I went out searching
Looking for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who would sit at his fathers right hand.

I went walking
With a bible and a gun
The word of God laid heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one.

Now Jesus, don’t you wait up
Jesus I’ll be coming home soon
I went out for the papers
Told her I’d be back by noon.

Yeah, I left with nothing
But the thought you’d be there too
Looking for you.

Yeah, I left with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering.

(U2 & Johnny Cash)

sexta-feira, julho 15, 2005

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