Canção das horas nº 26

Odisseia

Gil,


You know I love you. I feel I've loved you forever.

Lately I haven't been feeling very well. Truth be told, I'm tired.

Out in the desert, under that car that night, I realized something and I haven't been able to shake it.

Since my father died, I spent almost my entire life with ghosts. We've been like close friends and out there in the desert, it occurred to me, that it was time for me to bury them. I can't do that here.

I'm so sorry.

No matter how hard I try to fight it off, I'm left with a feeling that, I have to go. I have no idea where I'm going, but I know I have to do this. If I don't, I'm afraid I'll self-destruct, and worse, you'll be there to see it happen. Be safe.

Know that I tried very hard to stay. Know that you are my one and only. I will miss you with every beat of my heart. Our life together was the only home I've ever really had. I wouldn't trade it for anything.

I love you...I always will.


Goodbye.

"Sara Sidle goodbye letter to Grissom", CSI Las Vegas, Season 8, "Goodbye and good luck".

Fistful of love *

I was lying in my bed last night
Staring at a ceiling full of stars
When it suddenly hit me
I just have to let you know how I feel

We live together in a photograph of time
I look into your eyes
And the seas open up to me
I tell you I love you I tell you I love you I tell you I love you
And I always will And I always will And I always will

And I know that you can't tell me
And I know that you can't tell me

So I'm left to pick up
The hints, the little symbols of your devotion
So I'm left to pick up
The hints, the little symbols of your devotion

I feel your fists
And I know it's out of love
And I feel the whip
And I know it's out of love
I feel your burning eyes burning holes
Straight through my heart

It's out of love
It's out of love

I accept and I collect upon my body
The memories of your devotion

I accept and I collect upon my body
The memories of your devotion

I feel your fists
And I know it's out of love
And I feel the whip
And I know it's out of love
I feel your burning eyes burning holes
Straight through my heart

It's out of love It's out of love It's out of love

(Straight through my heart)
It's out of love It's out of love It's out of love
(Straight through my heart)

Antony and The Johnsons

(... I was lying in my bed last night. Staring at a ceiling full of stars. When it suddenly hit me. I just have to let you know how I feel. We live together in a photograph of time. I look into your eyes. And the seas open up to me. I tell you I love you. And I always will. And I know that you can't tell me. And I know that you can't tell me. So I'm left to pick up. The hints, the little symbols of your devotion. So I'm left to pick up. The hints, the little symbols of your devotion. I feel your fists. And I know it's out of love. And I feel the whip. And I know it's out of love. I feel your burning eyes burning holes. Straight through my heart. It's out of love. It's out of love. I accept and I collect upon my body. The memories of your devotion. I accept and I collect upon my body. The memories of your devotion. I feel your fists. And I know it's out of love. And I feel the whip. And I know it's out of love. I feel your burning eyes burning holes. Straight through my heart. It's out of love. It's out of love...)

* (Porque estava lá. Porque estamos cá.) Oh give it to me! Oh give it to me! You know i want it... You know i want it... Oh poison me! Oh poison me! You know i want it... You know i want it...

Azeem o shan shaenshah

Azeem o shan shahenshah
(O great and glorious Emperor)

Farma ravaa
(You are the commander of authority)

Hamesha hamesha salaamat rahe
(Forever may You be safe and secure)

Tera ho kya bayan, tu shaan e Hindustan
(How do we praise You, You are the pride of Hindustan)

Hindustan teri jaan tu jaan e Hindustan
(Hindustan is Your life, and You are the soul of Hindustan)

Marhaba O Marhaba
(Welcome o Emperor, welcome)

Sab nagran ma, Har aangan ma
(In every town, In every territory)

Prem hai tumra, Har har mann ma
(Your love exists In every heart)

Daya jo tumri, Mahabali hai
(Its Your mercy O Emperor)

Des mein sukh ki Pavan chali hai
(That the breeze of joy blow in the county).

Jhan jana jananna...

Marhaba O marhaba
(Welcome o Emperor, welcome)

Azeem o shan shahenshah, Marhaba
(O great and glorious Emperor)

Deta hai har dil yehi gawahi
(Every heart gives this testimony)

Dilwale hai dil-e-lahi
(Our Emperor has a mighty heart)

Jao kahin bhi niklo jidhar se
(No matter where You go or come)

Galiyo galiyo sona barse
(Every path is showering with gold)

Jhan jhanan nana...

Marhaba Ho Marhaba
(Welcome o Emperor, welcome)

Azeem o shan shahenshah
(O great and glorious Emperor)

Tera mazhab hai jo mohabbat
(Your religion is Love)

Kitne dilo par teri hukumat
(Your rule/reign over so many hearts)

Jitna kahe hum utna kam hain
(No matter how much we praise, it's just too less)

Tehzeebo ka tu sangam hai
(You are the unifier of all cultures)

Azeem o shan shahenshah
(O great and glorious Emperor)

Farma ravaa
(You are the commander of authority)

Hamesha hamesha salaamat rahe
(Forever may You be safe and secure)

Tera ho kya bayan, tu shaan e Hindustan
(How do we praise You, You are the pride of Hindustan)

Hindustan teri jaan tu jaan e Hindustan
(Hindustan is Your life, and You are the soul of Hindustan)

Marhaba O Marhaba
(Welcome o Emperor, welcome)

Jodha Akbar

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Love Letter

Not easy to state the change you made.

If I'm alive now, then I was dead,

Though, like a stone, unbothered by it,

Staying put according to habit.

You didn't just toe me an inch, no--

Nor leave me to set my small bald eye

Skyward again, without hope, of course,

Of apprehending blueness, or stars.

That wasn't it. I slept, say: a snake

Masked among black rocks as a black rock

In the white hiatus of winter--

Like my neighbors, taking no pleasure

In the million perfectly-chiseled

Cheeks alighting each moment to melt

My cheek of basalt. They turned to tears,

Angels weeping over dull natures,

But didn't convince me. Those tears froze.

Each dead head had a visor of ice.

And I slept on like a bent finger.

The first thing I saw was sheer air

And the locked drops rising in a dew

Limpid as spirits. Many stones lay

Dense and expressionless round about.

I didn't know what to make of it.

I shone, mica-scaled, and unfolded

To pour myself out like a fluid

Among bird feet and the stems of plants.

I wasn't fooled. I knew you at once.

Tree and stone glittered, without shadows.

My finger-length grew lucent as glass.

I started to bud like a March twig:

An arm and a leg, an arm, a leg.

From stone to cloud, so I ascended.

Now I resemble a sort of god

Floating through the air in my soul-shift

Pure as a pane of ice. It's a gift.

Sylvia Plath