não sei se é um sketch book, ou um caderninho de ideias, daqueles que carregamos para todo o lado, e onde se guarda instantes do dia-a-dia. Achei bonito.
The street was loud From an angry crowd and I thought of you, I thought of you Dreamer Land of the free No hungry bellies Impossible Impossible dreamer
In the darkest part of the night Blue shadows conjure you And in the brightest height of the daylight Sometimes I blink 'cause I think I see you Dreaming like you do
The moon was bright Like day for night And I thought of you I thought of you Dreamer No acid rain Love without pain Impossible Impossible Dreamer
In the darkest part of the night Blue shadows conjure you And at the brightest height of the daylight Sometimes I blink 'cause I think I see you Dreaming like you do
The room was dark And full of sharks and I thought of you I thought of you Dreamer Give peace a chance Don't think just dance Impossible Impossible dreamer
In the darkest part of the night Blue shadows conjure you And at the brightest height of the daylight Sometimes I blink 'cause I think I see you Dreaming like you do .
não sei se é um sketch book, ou um caderninho de ideias, daqueles que carregamos para todo o lado, e onde se guarda instantes do dia-a-dia.
ResponderExcluirAchei bonito.
The street was loud
ResponderExcluirFrom an angry crowd and
I thought of you, I thought of you
Dreamer
Land of the free
No hungry bellies
Impossible
Impossible dreamer
In the darkest part of the night
Blue shadows conjure you
And in the brightest height of the daylight
Sometimes I blink 'cause I think I see you
Dreaming like you do
The moon was bright
Like day for night
And I thought of you
I thought of you
Dreamer
No acid rain
Love without pain
Impossible
Impossible Dreamer
In the darkest part of the night
Blue shadows conjure you
And at the brightest height of the daylight
Sometimes I blink 'cause I think I see you
Dreaming like you do
The room was dark
And full of sharks
and I thought of you
I thought of you
Dreamer
Give peace a chance
Don't think just dance
Impossible
Impossible dreamer
In the darkest part of the night
Blue shadows conjure you
And at the brightest height of the daylight
Sometimes I blink 'cause I think I see you
Dreaming like you do
.
Um poema de Joni Mitchell