«As nuvens existiam já no céu antes do dia em que nos encontrámos pela primeira vez. Desde então, continuam as suas incansáveis jornadas ignorando fronteiras, raias, limites. Na sombra das nuvens, todos os lugares são longe daqui, e em todos eles começa e acaba cada uma das nossas infinitas viagens interditas

5.2.08

A tua partida nunca [me] é [demasiado] fácil.

[#59] | Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds | Into My Arms | The Boatman's Call | 1997


I don't believe in an interventionist God / but I know, darling, that you do / but if I did I would kneel down and ask Him / not to intervene when it came to you / not to touch a hair on your head / to leave you as you are / and if He felt He had to direct you / then direct you into my arms
into my arms, oh Lord / into my arms, oh Lord / into my arms, oh Lord / into my arms
and I don't believe in the existence of angels / but looking at you I wonder if that's true / but if I did I would summon them together / and ask them to watch over you / to each burn a candle for you / to make bright and clear your path / and to walk, like Christ, in grace and love / and guide you into my arms
into my arms, oh Lord / into my arms, oh Lord / into my arms, oh Lord / into my arms
and I believe in love / and I know that you do too / and I believe in some kind of path / that we can walk down, me and you / so keep your candlew burning / and make her journey bright and pure / that she will keep returning / always and evermore
into my arms, oh Lord / into my arms, oh Lord / into my arms, oh Lord / into my arms

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