Quando a injustiça se torna lei, a resistência torna-se um dever! I write the verse and I find the rhyme I listen to the rhythm but the heartbeat`s mine. Por trás de uma grande fortuna está um grande crime-Honoré de Balzac. Este blog é a continuação de www.franciscotrindade.com que foi criado em 11/2000.35000 posts em 10 anos. Contacto: franciscotrindade4@gmail.com ACTUALIZADO TODOS OS DIAS ACTUALIZADO TODOS OS DIAS ACTUALIZADO TODOS OS DIAS ACTUALIZADO TODOS OS DIAS ACTUALIZADO TODOS OS DIAS
domingo, janeiro 14, 2007
Van Der Graaf Generator-Royal Festival Hall 2005 – Darkness
Darkness (11/11)
Day dawns dark, it now numbers infinity.
Life crawls from the past, watching in wonder
I trace its patterns in me.
Tomorrow's tomorrow is birth again.
Boats burn the bridge in the fens;
the time of the past returns to my life
and uses it.
Don't blame me for the letters that may form in the sand;
don't look in my eyes, you may see all the numbers
that stretch in my sky and colour my hand.
Don't say that I'm wrong in imagining
that the voice of my life cannot sing.
Fate enters and talks in old words:
they amuse it.
Hands shine darkly and white;
only in dark do they appear.
Bless the baby born today,
flying in pitch, flying on fear.
They shine in my eyes and touch my face
where I have seen them placed before;
don't blame me, please, for the fate that falls:
I did not choose it.
I did not, no, no, I did not,
I truly did not choose it.
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