Não se deixem enganar pelas riscas cor-de-rosa. Os dias são (d)escritos com todas as cores.
segunda-feira, 22 de maio de 2017
Winter's hard to rhyme
We're prisoners in some icy pantomime Just waiting for the wind to change his mind And sing us green April starts to whisper to the trees I hoe and you plant the trees Canterbury Bells begin to ring The sparrows are stealing string Hollycocks and foxglove to the knee Now life's a major key We've got mud between our toes This is how the garden grows Midnight in July We see the season spread across the sky We wake up to a nosy dragonfly Against the screen You just love to bite me where it shows You kiss me Then hide my clothes Running through the sprinklers nearly raw We've just disproved Newton's law How can I break even with the weeds In love so beyond my needs Blossoms on you Mama's rose This is how the garden grows