sábado, julho 23, 2005


Mark Rothko, Untitled (Violet, Black, Orange, Yellow on White and Red), 1949

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2 comentários:

Petronius disse...

Raindrops keep falling...

gotadagua disse...

(...) on my head...
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed, nothing seems to fit.
Those raindrops are falling on my head,
they keep falling.

So I just did me some talking to the sun.
And I said I didn't like the way, he got things done... sleeping on the job...
those raindrops are falling on my head,
they keep falling.

But there's one thing I know:
The blues they send to meet me
won't defeat me.
It won't be long till happiness sleps up to greet me.

Raindrops keep falling on my head
but that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red.
Crying's not for me cause
I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining.
Because I'm free.
Nothing's worrying me.