quinta-feira, 23 de julho de 2009

Quinta sem lei

Nesta semana de comemorações do homem na Lua, a quinta feira se alinha a este satélite. Com uma dose de mistério e lirismo, trouxe um Sting jazzy (que pode ser genial, por vezes) cantando o que acontece quando a Lua paira sobre a Rua Bourbon em New Orleans. Abertamente, inspirada em Entrevista com um Vampiro, uma canção atemporal:




There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight. I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight. I've no choice but to follow that call, the bright lights, the people, and the moon and all. I pray everyday to be strong for I know what I do must be wrong. Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet while there's a moon over Bourbon Street. It was many years ago that I became what I am. I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb. Now I can never show my face at noon and you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon. The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast. I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest. Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet while there's a moon over Bourbon Street. She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans. She's innocent and young, from a family of means. I have stood many times outside her window at night to struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight. How could I be this way when I pray to God above? I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love. Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet while there's a moon over Bourbon Street.

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