O olhar é o espelho da alma ou será mais o seu ecrãn feito uma televisão que debita o que sente o nosso coração, o nosso pensamento.
Um olhar pode matar, pode ferir, pode curar, pode fazer rir ou chorar, é poderoso como uma bala, cortante como uma faca e poderoso como uma bomba.
O olhar que me atrai, que me faz rir, chorar, enrubecer, empalidecer e que faz o meu olhar ficar vazio, encher-se de esperança, de vontade, de brilho ou de lagrimas...
Indigo Eyes
Peter Murphy
Composição: Indisponível
Fire burning in a hill
The lines are rocky rough
Red angels wait to pick remains
The cindered shoulder
Of confused men
Seperate from their awe
With grey desire
He looks out mad
His soft grey indigo eyes
Indigo eyes ...
Asking
His heaven is uncovered not
A black tree blocks his way
His way is skating round a dome
(His way is in dismay)
The playmate sings
Like Orphee in some thunder world
Asking to be bathed in light
To be exemplified
With grey desire he looks out mad
His soft grey indigo eyes
Saw his past
He had dug for trust
With blind infected hands
And wondered as the hurt bit hard
Why the sacred weren't at hand
Only when his ears were deaf
To the angels light burst waves
Only when his ears were deaf
Did life turn from fog to fog
But not evil but estranged
But not evil but estranged
Indigo eyes, Indigo eyes
Indigo eyes, Indigo eyes
With grey desire
He looks out mad
His soft grey
Indigo eyes
Indigo eyes
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