Posts Marcados: David Gilmour

Um Travesseiro de Ventos

A cloud of eiderdown Draws around me Softening a sound Sleepy time, and I lie With my love by my side And she’s breathing low And the candle dies When night comes down You lock the door The book falls

Um Travesseiro de Ventos

A cloud of eiderdown Draws around me Softening a sound Sleepy time, and I lie With my love by my side And she’s breathing low And the candle dies When night comes down You lock the door The book falls