(...)

The passage of time is flicking dimly upon the screen
I cant see the lines I used to think I could read between
perhaps my brains have turned to sand,
oh me oh my, I think its been an eternity
you'd be surprised at my degree of uncertainty
how can moments go so slow...
several times I've seen the evening slide away
watching the signs taking over from the fading day
perhaps my brains are old and scrambled,
several times I've seen the evening slide away
(who would believe what a poor set of eyes can show you)
watching the signs taking over from the fading day
(who would believe what an innocent voice could do)
changing water into wine,
(never a silence always a face at the door)
several times I've seen the evening slide away
(who would believe what a poor set of ears can tell you)
watching the signs taking over from the fading day
(who would believe what a weak pair of hands can do)
putting grapes back on the vine
(never a silence always a foot in the door)

	Brian Eno - Golden Hours

este ano não há canções de natal na C70. só mesmo se for esta.

mas desejo a todos e cada um de vocês, que por aqui passam de vez em quando, o melhor de todos os natais.

ho ho ho.