I hear the trees

Wind in my hair,
I feel part of everywhere
underneath my being is a road that disappeared late at night
I hear the trees
they're singing with the dead overhead...

Leave it to me as I find a way to be
consider me a satelite for ever orbiting
I knew all the rules
but the rules did not know me

("Guaranteed"; Eddie Vedder, Into the Wild)

1 comentário:

marteodora disse...

vem um pouco de sol e ficas assim...