Sexta-feira, 27 de Junho de 2008
Tonight I dreamt a dream I can’t forget.
I dreamt I met someone who I’ve already met:
Like an angel from an ancient grave,
A pair of hidden wings, which God gave,
There she was, all blonde and nice
A beautiful whisper entrapped in ice.
Yes, maiden made of thousand faces,
Eyes which saw into thousands of places...
Beneath her breast was her heart
Never stopping, just about to start.
We talked of this and that and more
Oh, what a dream to die for!
Yet with dawn appeared its ugly rear
And soon enough, she was nowhere near
Why is it that the real life, it seems,
Never seems as real to me as my dreams.
And so, to all of you I leave the mark,
To you who can’t find that someone right:
'Tis better to be blind in the dark,
Than to see blindly into the light.
So now I dream whatever I will
Now I have her and forever will -
Otherwise you’d see the reality
And that’s never good enough for me.
The Well Of Vulgarity - John D'Catherin's, The Fyrst