She was long gone, long, long gone She was gone, gone, the bigger they come The larger her hand 'till no one understands Why for so long she'd been gone.
And I stood very still by the window sill And I wondered for those I love still I cried in my mind where I stand behind The beauty of love's in her eyes...
She was long gone, long, long gone She was gone, gone, the bigger they come The larger her hand 'till no one understands Why for so long she'd been gone.
And I borrowed the page From a leopard's cage And I prowled in the evening sun's glaze Her head lifted high to the light in the sky The opening dawn on her face...
She was long gone long, long gone She was gone, gone, the bigger they come The larger her hand 'till no one understands Why for so long she'd been gone.
And I stood very still by the window sill And I wondered for those I love still I cried in my mind where I stand behind The beauty of love's in her eyes...
She was long gone, long, long gone She was gone, gone, the bigger they come The larger her hand 'till no one understands Why for so long she'd been gone.
Esta não bem a minha céna mas como é de Olhão e tem qualidade não quero deixar de divulgar
Girassol
Sócrates aparece rodeado por uma autêntica corola de mulheres, 6 delas. São as pétalas de um Primeiro-Ministro. França teve o seu Rei-Sol e a nós, subliminarmente, dão-nos o girassol, metáfora que vem acrescida de uma dimensão gravitacional de significado profundo - tudo gira em torno de Sócrates.
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