quarta-feira, fevereiro 22, 2006


Vou embalada nos acordes e dou por mim looonge, longe!

I walk the maze of moments
but everywhere I turn to
begins a new beginning
but never finds a finish
I walk to the horizon
and there I find another
it all seems so surprising
and then I find that I know

You go there you're gone forever
I go there I'll lose my way
if we stay here we're not together
Anywhere is

The moon upon the ocean
is swept around in motion
but without ever knowing
the reason for its flowing
in motion on the ocean
the moon still keeps on moving
the waves still keep on waving
and I still keep on going


I wonder if the stars sign
the life that is to be mine
and would they let their light shine
enough for me to follow
I look up to the heavens
but night has clouded over
no spark of constellation
no Vela no Orion

The shells upon the warm sands
have taken from their own lands
the echo of their story
but all I hear are low sounds
as pillow words are weaving
and willow waves are leaving
but should I be believing
Then I am only dreaming


To leave the thread of all time
and let it make a dark line
in hopes that I can still find
the way back to the moment
I took the turn and turned to
begin a new beginning
still looking for the answer
I cannot find the finish
It's either this or that way
it's one way or the other
it should be one direction
it could be on reflection
the turn I have just taken
the turn that I was making
I might be just beginning
I might be near the end.

(pois, tudo encaixa...assim, naturalmente)

8 comentários:

spartakus disse...

Boa noite Dinada. bjinhosss.

Ana disse...


sonia r. disse...

Bons sonhos!!!


AmigaTeatro disse...

Bom dia, Dinoscas!*


Anónimo disse...

Hummm...adoro essa musica!

Ana A. disse...

O grande problema da Enya, é que quando ouves uma música dela...ouves todas, pois é tudo muito parecido!
O que chateia à brava, diga-se.

Mr. Steed disse...

ó fofa...a menina é uma jóia de pessoa, só lhe digo, mas tem uns gostos musicais que vou-lhe contar. A Ténya??? uma new age bacoquita a atirar par o angélico? puá. direi mesmo mais: re-puá.

Dinada disse...

Sabes, Steed, dizem que sou parecida com ela :D
Põe-lhe cabelos compridos e até eu concordo!