i sit and wait for the sun

i get the blues when it rains
Distant Voices, Still Lives/Terence Davies
Imagem de Katia Chausheva

2 comentários:

Jaime A. disse...

i sit and wait,
as the rain does'nt come
i feel the warmth
of a passage always shaking,
gliding as my heart goes forth.
i sit and wait,
i find myself
in a margin
in a greenish tower,
falling apart as my feelings do.
no blues,
no piano playing;
the violin arch
still goes
like an arrow
aiming a far
far away soul,
beneath the border,
the limit, though,
going away
in a forgefull manner.

moriana disse...

afinal a chuva veio :)

agora esperamos o sol