quinta-feira, 13 de agosto de 2009

The whole sitting and waiting thing

You can see them.
Wherever you are
you can see them.
Helpless in the
streets.
And their sacks
full with their lifes.
And they'll go
nowhere.
It's their faith
to be there
sitting under a tree
rolling a cigarete.
I can see them
I
even
can see beuty in there.
In those lonely heart
full of madness.
You might think they gave
up.
That they're fools
waiting for death.
I can hear them
too.
I can hear their silence.
And it's the most beautiful
silence ever heard.
It's jazz
It has its own
harmony.
You thought wrong.
They're waiting for
life,
but life gave up
on them.
So people walk by.
And they don't
listen or
hear a thing.
But I do, oh, yeah
I do.
'Cos I'm sitting
there now
and then.

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