Footsteps of Angels

Com um passo lento e silencioso aproxima-se aquela mensageira divina,

Senta-se na cadeira ao meu lado, coloca a sua gentil mão na minha.

E ela olha-me e sorri-me com aquele olhar carinhoso e profundo,

Como as estrelas, tão imóveis e santas, que do Céu observam o mundo.


domingo, 22 de janeiro de 2012

The Man Who Wasn't There


Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there.
He wasn’t there again today;
I wish, I wish he’d go away...

When I came home last night at three,

The man was there, waiting for me.
But when I looked around the hall,
I couldn’t see him there at all.
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more.
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door...

Last night, upon the stair,
I saw a man who wasn’t there.
He wasn’t there again today;
Oh, how I wish he’d go away...

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