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lunes, 9 de agosto de 2010

Possibility


She stays in total silence there, alone with herself.

There, in an empty room with a piano, she spent most of her time playing sweet melodies for herself.

Definitely, she had a special touch of majesty in all her moves.

She was, in fact, gracious by nature.

But there was a truth everyone who sees her could not ignore: She seems to be in real pain.

She had a blurry sight…

She seems to be gone, but her body remains without a soul.

And there she started to hum this melody without saying a word.

When I heard her from the door I couldn’t stop myself from reading between the lines, she decodes herself as well…

It was not even difficult to figure the unspoken words out…

“There’s a possibility
All that I had was all I gon’ get
There’s a possibility
All I gon’ get is gone with your step

So tell me when you hear my heart stop,
You’re the only who knows
Tell me when you hear my silence
There’s a possibility I wouldn’t know

Know that when you leave
By blood and by mean
You walk like a thief
By blood and by mean
I fall when you leave

Tell me when my sigh is over
You’re the reason why I’m close
Tell me if you hear me falling
There's a possibility
It wouldn’t show

By blood and by mean
I fall when you leave
By blood and by mean
I follow your lead"

Possibility, Lykke Li

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