Thursday 30 April 2009

Just because you feel it, doesn't mean it's there.*





You are the blood flowing through my fingers
all through the soil and up in those trees

You are electricity and you're light
You are sound itself and you are flight

You are the blood that I may see you
You are the blood in me

You are the earth on which I travel on
You are the earth under my feet that I may travel with you

You are the earth on which I write the circumstances
You say what you want from me

You are the solitude that goes against me
You are the choir in which I dream, in which I sleep, in which I wander.


[a música que não me sai da cabeça] Sufjan Stevens | 'You are the blood'
foto Bat for Lashes
* Radiohead | 'There there'

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