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A song as a gift

Padrão

Crazy how it feels tonight
Crazy how you make it all alright, love
Crush me with those things you do
And I´ll do for you anything too, oh

Sitting, smoking, feeling high

And in this moment
Oh, it feels so right

Lovely lady, I am at your feet
Oh, God, I want you so badly
And I wonder this
Could tomorrow be so wonderous
As you there, sleeping?

Let’s go drive ‘till morning comes
Watch the sunrise and fill our souls up
And drink some wine ‘till we get drunk
Yeah

It’s crazy I’m thinking
Just knowing that the world is round
And here I’m dancing on the ground
Am I right-side-up or upside-down?
And is this real, or am I dreaming?

Lovely lady, let me drink you, please
Won’t spill a drop, no, I promise you
Lying under this spell you cast on me
Each moment the more I love you

Crush me, come on
Oh, yeah

So much you have given, love
That I would give you back again and again
Oh, you know that I´m meaning I’ll hold you
But please, please just let me always.

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Table

Padrão

A man filled with the gladness of living
Put his keys on the table,
Put flowers in a copper bowl there.
He put his eggs and milk on the table.
He put there the light that came in through the window,
Sounds of a bicycle, sound of a spinning wheel.
The softness of bread and weather he put there.
On the table the man put
Things that happened in his mind.
What he wanted to do in life,
He put that there.
Those he loved, those he didn’t love,
The man put them on the table too.
Three times three make nine:
The man put nine on the table.
He was next to the window next to the sky;
He reached out and placed on the table endlessness.
So many days he had wanted to drink a beer!
He put on the table the pouring of that beer.
He placed there his sleep and his wakefulness;
His hunger and his fullness he placed there.
Now that’s what I call a table!
It didn’t complain at all about the load.
It wobbled once or twice, then stood firm.
The man kept piling things on.

(From the Turkish of Edip Cansever)

Just for you

Padrão

Summer Villanelle

You know exactly what to do –
Your kiss, your fingers on my thigh –
I think of little else but you.

It’s bliss to have a lover who,
Touching one shoulder, makes me sigh –
You know exactly what to do.

You make me happy through and through,
The way the sun lights up the sky –
I think of little else but you.

The movie in my mind is blue –
As june runs into warm july
I think of little else but you.

But is it love? And is it true?
Who cares? This much I can’t deny:
You know exactly what to do;
I think of little else but you.

(Wendy Cope)