Ao Domingo Há Música

Canto

... e o vento, 

o vento dos altos a que me dei, 

a ti me trouxe 

a ti me entregou. 

Se em mim já estavas! 

Pela boca, pelos olhos e pelas mãos, 

arreigado e voraz, 

meu invasor enternecido. 
Irene Lisboa

Uma voz que se acompanha ao piano . Um canto que traz arreigado a melodia feita de sons e palavras que sabe como aspergir  o deleite e o encanto que sempre tocam o coração.

Freya Ridings, em   Lost Without You , num espectáculo ao vivo na  Hackney Round Chapel.

Standing on the platform,
Watching you go,
It’s like no other pain,
I’ve ever known,
To love someone so much,
To have no control,
You said I have to see the world,
And I said go

I think I’m lost without you,
I just feel crushed without you,
I’ve been strong, for so long,
That I never thought,
How much I needed you,
I think I’m lost without you

Strangers rushing past,
Just trying to get home,
But you were the only safe haven,
That I’ve known,
Hits me at full speed,
Feel like I can’t breath,
And nobody knows,
This pain inside me,
My world is crumbling,
I should never have,
Let you go

I think I’m lost without you,
I think I’m lost, lost, lost,
I think I’m lost without you, you,
I just feel crushed without you,
‘cause I’ve been strong for so long,
That I never thought,
How much I love you

Standing on the platform,
Watching you go,
You said I wanna see the world,
And is said go