Llavis
Llavor de somnis en rostres humits.
Risc atzarós que dibuixa
històries fresques
en geografies diferents.
El teu cos.
Presumpció de simulacre
executat com funcions vitals.
L’aire dels teus llavis per viure.
Erupció cromàtica
teixida amb les ombres
de la teva dolçor.
Comentaris
(Everything But The Girl – Album: Temperamental 1999)
I’ll let a train be my feet if it’s too far to walk to you
And if a train don’t go there
I’ll get a jet or a bus
'Cuz I’m gonna find you
You’re gonna see my shadow soon around you
And my head is my only house unless it rains
I’ve walked the meadow plains
Water deserts on my eyes until I find you
I won’t sleep until I find you
I won’t eat until I find you
And my heart won’t beat
Until I wrap my arms around you
And my arms are just two things in the way till I can wrap them around you
You can make a sad song happy
And a bad world good
I can feel you out there movin’
You’re mine and I know I’ll find you
And my head is my only house until I found you
I hate to hear other people hear me sing this song
If it reaches you before I do
Follow this song to I love you
That’s where I’ll find you
And my head is my only house unless it rains
And my head is my only house unless it rains
And my head is my only house unless it rains
And my head is my only house
My head is my only house
My head is my only house
My head is my only house
Unless it rains
Unless it rains
Unless it rains
Unless it rains
És un honor per mi que tu em diguis això.
Petó. :)
m'agraden aquests caps de setmana amb llavis
Quantes imatges (i no ho dic per les fotografies, sols)!
l'aire dels teus llavis per viure...
hmmmm... deliciós!