Às vezes, encontro-me nas palavras dos outros. Mais raramente, nas minhas. Por pura coincidência. Em pura coincidência.
2 de outubro de 2010
No place to fall
If I had no place to fall
and I needed to
could I count on you
to lay me down?
(...)
Skies full of silver and gold
try to hide the sun
but it can't be done
least not for long
And if we help each other grow
while the light of day
smiles down our way
then we can't go wrong
Time, she's a fast old train
she's here then she's gone
and she won't come again
won't you take my hand
If I had no place to fall
and I needed to
could I count on you
to lay me down?
Townes Van Zandt
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