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I feel

Minimal...

Minimal sounds
Incredible view
I've got a treasure
Shelter with you.

Grounds Of Divorce

Lemon Tree

I'm sitting here in the boring room

It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon
I'm wasting my time
I got nothing to do
I'm hanging around
I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder

I'm driving around in my car
I'm driving too fast
I'm driving too far
I'd like to change my point of view
I feel so lonely
I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree
I'm turning my head up and down
I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree

I'm sitting here
I miss the power
I'd like to go out taking a shower
But there's a heavy cloud inside my head
I feel so tired
Put myself into bed
Well, nothing ever happens and I wonder

Isolation is not good for me
Isolation I don't want to sit on the lemon-tree

I'm steppin' around in the desert of joy
Baby anyhow I'll get another toy
And everything will happen and you wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree
I'm turning my head up and down
I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree
And I wonder, wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see, and all that I can see, and all that I can see
Is just a yellow lemon-tree

Corrente forte que desce,

Percorrendo formas sinuosas de um local distante.

Água gélida que me fere o peito.

Corta-me a pulsação.

Deixo de respirar!

Dói.

Dói mais do que imaginei,

Tanto que deixo de sentir.

Sinto a pele molhada.

O vento bate no meu corpo e faz-me arrepiar.

Cheiro o ar que me rodeia,

Faz-me acreditar.

Deixo que as minhas pernas se movam.

Ando sem direcção.

Embato em algo sólido.

És tu!

(Texto by Catherinne Duarte)