viernes, 24 de enero de 2014

Tom Verlaine "Song"


I think of you, I think of you
I had this friend
who told me that 
Coincidence
cannot articulate the best
Events.
She said she´d rather think of
Everything as accident, after all,
it´s all heaven-sent
She said I don´t think
Good but I know how to wait
as if
When you wait it is not hours but some forgotten
sense of time
It´s very kind of all those powers
to feature love without design.
Letters arrive, spelling out the wish so
Clear, making a language of desire and fear.
You said it´s not that way...
God is not for me the
Name of God... you´ll send a drawing of the heart
I don´t draw well but I know how to wait as if...
When you wait, it´s not hour
This unforgotten sense of time
It´s very kind
of all therse powers
to feature love without design
I think of you listening to your father´s voice...
Those endless speeches on "The Gift of Choice"
Love´s not a story I could ever read or write...
I guess you´d say I´m not so bright. Show me
how you wait... as if...
When you wait, it´s not hour
This unforgotten sense of time
It´s very kind
of all therse powers
to feature love without design
I am so fond of you, so
fond of you.
When you wait, it´s not hour
This unforgotten sense of time
It´s very kind
of all therse powers
to feature love without design
These difficult questions tell me a joke
I am so fond of you, so
fond of you
I am so fond of you, so
fond of you