(brighten) my northern sky

moleskine de viagem, 27 de Setembro de 2007: Lisboa - Porto: durante anos a fio a cidade salvou-me com a sua luz, com o seu magnífico céu azul-sul, com o seu silêncio protector como um bálsamo fresco sobre um corpo ferido. estranhamente - como deverá ser com tudo o que sabe a tarde demais - escurece mais também o meu céu a norte. sigo no comboio e não há esperança de refúgio. sigo de coração apertado. regresso - mas de quê? a quê? apagou-se a luz lisboeta dentro de mim. devo ter morrido, sem saber, em algum lugar onde me deixaste. o que espero é que desse lugar se veja o mar.



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Time has told me
You're a rare rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind.

And time has told me
Not to ask for more
Someday our ocean
Will find its shore.

So I`ll leave the ways that are making me be
What I really don't want to be
Leave the ways that are making me love
What I really don't want to love.

Time has told me
You came with the dawn
A soul with no footprint
A rose with no thorn.

Your tears they tell me
There's really no way
Of ending your troubles
With things you can say.

And time will tell you
To stay by my side
To keep on trying
'til there's no more to hide.

So leave the ways that are making you be
What you really don't want to be
Leave the ways that are making you love
What you really don't want to love.

Time has told me
You're a rare rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind.

And time has told me
Not to ask for more
For some day our ocean
Will find its shore.

Nick Drake | Time has told me