...regresso...

Regresso lentamente à essência
como à pátria,
sem medos, sem segredos
e caminho, com convicção, pelo silêncio,
por entre a exaltação.
Apesar das ruínas e do frio das portas
que conduzem ao fim das ilusões,
A força dos meus sonhos é tão forte,
Que o renascimento é um tempo imperativo
E as minhas mãos,
para sempre dedicadas e delicadas
respiram liberdade.

(Da minha colecção original)

Come and ask me if I wanna dance with you
I think you will
It gets cold and lonely on my dark side of the moon
The air thin and cill
Come and show me what the grey looks like when it's blue
I think you can
You've got golden lips and I have got a silver spoon
We don't need romance
'Cause I've danced with romeos and gigolos
Philosophers and slackers Vagabonds and cambridge dons
The king of cool's heir apparent Infidels and jezebels
And poets with no talent
But they've never shone on the dark side of my moon
I was thinking love was just a complicated game
You play in the dark
No-one told me strategy was only for defence
And winners thank luck
Oh take my hand and show me how to spin around this floor
I don't know how
Come unlearn me everything I've ever learned before
I'm ready now
Now that you've warmed me
I never, never want to be that cold again
Cold may be easy but nothing
Nothing comes of nothing in the end
Take my hand and lead me where the music is alive
I think you can
You've got golden lips and a whole lifetime in your eyes
We don't need no plan
Oh come and ask me if I want to dance with you
I think you will
And when a thousand moons have spun around this earth of ours
We'll be dancing still