Monday, January 7, 2008
Certeza açucarada
No desenfreado pensamento contemporâneo já não há espaço para risos calados.Nem há sequer lugar para projectos de deuses.Ou é ou não é.
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You are my personal possession,
You're mine alone
You are my personal possession,
My very own.
Nobody else must kiss you but me,
Nobody else must miss you but me.
Nobody must dream of you but me,
And nobody else must love you but me.
You're my personal possession,
That's what you are.
You're my magnificent obsession,
My lucky star.
I own you exclusively,
Darling, you belong to me.
You're my personal possession,
My precious love!
(Background vocals:)
(Nobody else must kiss you but me,
Nobody else must miss you but me.
Nobody must dream of you but me)
(Nat:)
And nobody else must love you but me.
You're my personal possession,
That's what you are.
You're my magnificent obsession,
My lucky star.
I own you exclusively,
Darling, you belong to me.
You're my personal possession,
My precious love!
♏
Nat King Cole
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