"I wasn't born to lose you"

"The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
But it’s not that way
I wasn’t born to lose you

I want you
I want you
I want you
So bad
Honey, I want you"

Bob Dylan, 1966.

Sway With Me

sway with me, everything sad - madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure the sky; sway with me, sad things - fingers split on a forge old age like breakfast shell used books, used people used flowers, used love I need you I need you I need you: it has run away like a horse or a dog, dead or lost or unforgiving. By Charles Bukowski

Wait a minute, something's wrong, baby...The key won't unlock the door. I got a bad, bad feeling that my baby don't live here no more.

'A Woman In The Sun' by Edward Hopper

O que é do ser sem a pretensiosa desgraça?

summertime...

And the living is easy.

One of these mornings, you're going to rise up singing. Then you'll spread your wings and you'll take to the sky...