sábado, janeiro 13, 2007

Radiola (6)

Porque hoje é um daqueles dias que põe a gente sentimental pra diabo sem qualquer razão aparente. É um cheiro no ar, um céu azul cobalto... e para completar, um bom vinho tinto convida Lady Day a cantar:

Strange Fruit

The Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves, and blood at the roots
Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the 'Gallant South'
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop...

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