Bob

Estava ouvindo Bob Dylan e, por gostar demais de uma canção, trouxe-a para cá. Melodia tão suave quanto a harmônica, essa música sempre me transmite algo de bom, de bem querer, um cuidado tão doce por outra pessoa que só o amor mais desprendido é capaz.

Sei lá... gosto mesmo, muito. É como um afago no rosto, um beijo jogado ao vento.

Eliane

(Photo by Eliane)

Girl From The North Country
(Bob Dylan)

Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair,

Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,

Remember me to one who lives there.

She once was a true love of mine.

Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,

When the rivers freeze and summer ends,

Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm,

To keep her from the howlin' winds.

Please see for me if her hair hangs long,

If it rolls and flows all down her breast.

Please see for me if her hair hangs long,

That's the way I remember her best.

I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all.

Many times I've often prayed

In the darkness of my night,

In the brightness of my day.

So if you're travelin' in the north country fair,

Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,

Remember me to one who lives there.

She once was a true love of mine.