time has told me

It in a bright red sky in the heat of an evening

She said her dreams were too far to be thought of

Her scars too wide to heal

She said she couldn’t come to the garden see a blind man kneel

She sailed away to a blue horizon

In floating thoughts she’d sway

But she lost her grin at the tip of life’s fingers

Went home and worshiped the moon

i knew these people

Que lejos estoy del suelo donde he nacido!
inmensa nostalgia invade mi pensamiento;
y al ver me tan solo y triste qual hoja al viento,
quisiera llorar, quisiera morir de sentimiento.

Oh tierra del sol!, suspiro por verte
ahora que lejos yo vivo sin luz, sin amor;
y al verme tan solo y triste cual hoja al viento,
quisiera llorar, quisiera morir de sentimiento.

dirty water

which of us will be the one to go
he who hits the roads the one who lives


Ponte sobre o Tejo, Lisboa

eu aqui

"Que faço eu aqui? Eis a pergunta que continuo a repetir-me, quando me sinto só e perdida como em qualquer outro lugar, quando cedem as raízes que não tenho, quando me vem a vontade de voltar não sei onde nem a quem."

you packed

This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself.
Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold?
I guess you don't love me, gonna pack my things and go.


Praia Grande de Armação de Pêra

'cross the fields

sunday morning, praise the dawning
it's just a restless feeling by my side
early dawning, sunday morning
it's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago


Paredes de Coura