terça-feira

I'm looking through you


I'm looking through you,
Where did you go?
I thought I knew you,
What did I know?

You don't look different,
But you have changed.
I'm looking through you,
You're not the same.






The Beatles
[Brigitte Bardot]
«‘Til we meet you again, may God bless you. Adios!» by Elvis, 1977