domingo, 4 de agosto de 2013

Para Renata Maria. Feliz aniversário...



Para Renata, a menina sempre feliz em seus aniversários, e, nos desaniversários também...

James Taylor - Fire and Rain, Live 1970



Just yesterday mornin',
They let me know you were gone.
Susanne, the plans they made,
Put an end to you.
I walked out this mornin',
And I wrote down this song.
I just can't remember,
Who to send it to.

I've seen fire and I've seen rain,
I've seen sunny days,
That I thought would never end.
I've seen lonely times,
When I could not find a friend.
But I always thought that I'd see you again.

Won't you look down upon me, Jesus?
You gotta help me make a stand.
You just got to see me,
Through another day.
My body's achen',
And my time is at hand.
And I won't make it,
Any other way

 I've seen fire and I've seen rain,
I've seen sunny days,
That I thought would never end.
I've seen lonely times,
When I could not find a friend.
But I always thought that I'd see you again.

Been walking my mind to an easy time,
My back turned towards the sun.
Lord knows, when the cold wind blows,
It'll turn your head around.
Well, there's hours of time on the telephone line,
To talk about things to come.
Sweet dreams and flyin' machines,
In pieces on the ground.

Oh, I've now seen fire and I've seen rain,
I've seen sunny days,
That I thought would never end.
I've seen lonely times,
When I could not find a friend.
But I always thought that I'd see you, I don't know how,
One more time again, now.

Thought I'd see you one more time again.
There's just a few things coming' my way,
This time around, now.
Sinto muito, me perdoe, te amo, sou grato.

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Todos são bem vindos, estamos aqui para compartilhar experiências que nos iluminem, mas, por força de impertinentes baixas vibrações planetárias sou obrigado a moderar os comentários. Para bons comentadores este pingo é letra. Sintam-se em casa. E muito grato pela lúcida carinhosa presença. Venham sempre que lembrarem, se gostarem divulguem, compartilhemos nossas descobertas.Sinto muito, me perdoe, vos amo, sou grato. A faxina é infinita.