quarta-feira, dezembro 10, 2008

musta had the highway blues

Porto, Dezembro de 2007
fotografia de Inês M.M.

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

... Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while

Visions of Johanna - Bob Dylan

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