My Wild Love

Deu-me a nostalgia, a vontade de recuar e viajar pelos tempos das dunas abandonadas em tardes solarengas de inverno. Senti a vertigem de lá voltar... E, vezes sem conta, pus a tocar «My Wild Love».

My wild love went riding, she rode all the day
She rode to the devil, and asked him to pay.
The devil was wiser, it´s time to repent
He asked her to give back the money he spent.
My wild love went riding, she rode to the sea
She gathered together some shells for her hair.
She rode on to Christmas, she rode to the farm
She rode to Japan and re-entered a town.
My wild love is crazy, she screams like a bird
She moans like a cat when she wants to be heard.
Jim Morrison (1969)