Escritos na varanda

Imagino-me a escrever na varanda, ao fim da tarde, com o Sol a por-se no horizonte e uma bebida gelada ao lado. Como eu nem sequer tenho varanda, tudo isto é ilusão.

sexta-feira, 15 de novembro de 2013

Place To Be



Place to be

There’s a place to be
But I don’t know where
I’ve been trying to see
I’ve looked everywhere.

There’s a place to be
And I must be strong
People are against me
But I can’t be wrong.

There’s a place to be
Everybody has one
A place for you and me
Where we can be alone.

There must be a place
I haven’t found it yet
Where I can see your face
A place I won’t regret.