Joni Mitchell em dia de recordar Zeca Afonso?

cai sempre bem! bom fim de semana! bj c.

Magnífico, esse "Little Green" tão Blue!

Zeca Afonso, sempre, L.

Mas lembras-te?

«Born with the moon in Cancer
Choose her a name she will answer to
Call her green and the winters cannot fade her
Call her green for the children who've made her
Little green, be a gypsy dancer

He went to California
Hearing that everything's warmer there
So you write him a letter and say, "Her eyes are blue".
He sends you a poem and she's lost to you
Little green, he's a non-conformer

Just a little green
Like the color when the spring is born
There'll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow
Just a little green
Like the nights when the Northern lights perform
There'll be icicles and birthday clothes
And sometimes there'll be sorrow

Child with a child pretending
Weary of lies you are sending home
So you sign all the papers in the family name
You're sad and you're sorry, but you're not ashamed
Little green, have a happy ending

Just a little green
Like the color when the spring is born
There'll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow
Just a little green
Like the nights when the Northern lights perform
There'll be icicles and birthday clothes
And sometimes there'll be sorrow»

Sim, Carlos. Boa semana!
Bj

Pois, Miguel.

É o que eu digo, devia vir cá mais vezes. Até fui ao translator saber o que eram crocuses.

Beijão

Umas floritas. Fiz essa busca (em dicionário de papel, há muitos anos), porque costumava cantarolar isto. Adoro a J. Mitchell.

Não há tempo para nada, Paulo. Visitar blogues de amigos, serões sossegados... Coisas do passado. Entretanto aguardam-se fotos do Carnaval :)
Bj

Estou de alma lavada.

É bonito, Sara, não é? A música dela e a voz deixam-nos de facto esse sentimento de frescura e limpidez.
Então quando vêm à benelândia? :)
bj