Luas

 

There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight

I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight

I've no choice but to follow that call

The bright lights the people and the moon and all

I pray everyday to be strong

For I know what I do must be wrong

Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet

While there's a moon over Bourbon Street

 (...)

    Sting

  Fases tenho, como a lua,

perdição da minha vida:

fases de vir para a rua,

fases de andar escondida.

(com Cecília Meireles)