up and pack up the place you were pink And falling around Dripping and crawling and clawing inside You're missing some sounds The ones that float carry and
Tradução: Portugal. El hombre. Y yo.
the door fists are heavy pounds of pounding placed firm and steady rhythms that they pace in and out and in and out we named everything and everyone
I met a face with ring rounded pocket eyes That shaped folded banks inside As he shivered out thoughts They went: "golden and pale wind whispers breathe
Tradução: Portugal. El hombre. Siéntese y Sueño.
Tradução: Portugal. El hombre. Entrada y salida y dentro y fuera.
Tradução: Portugal. El hombre. Establos y Sillas.
at the door fists are heavy pounds of pounding placed firm and steady rhythms that they pace in and out and in and out we named everything and everyone
