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, 9 de outubro de 2015

Never look behind

                                      Foto Jorge Pereira

So goodbye, there I go
Down the road with no end
I’m the one who should know
When I’m losing a friend.
Left my dreams all behind
Don’t need them anymore
In the distance I’ll find
A new friendship and more.
One by one I will drop
All the hopes that I’ve made
Finally I will stop
Find the dreams had all fade.
I have waited too much
Don’t want to waste more time
Hope that we keep in touch
But our feelings don’t rhyme.
There’s no time to feel sorrow
A new life to discover
I can’t wait for tomorrow
Have my pride to recover.