Paulo Querido. Na Internet desde 1989

25 de dezembro de 2004

How I wish, how I wish you were here

[ Post de fim de ano; este blogue encontra-se encerrado para balanço. Reabrimos em Janeiro. Dê lá por onde der. ]

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,

blue skies from pain.

Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange

a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.

We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,

year after year,

running over the same old ground. What have we found?

The same old fears,

wish you were here.

(Pink Floyd, Wish You Were Here)