The Hours

(Nickole Kidman as Virginia Woolf)

"Dear Leonard,
to look life in the face...
always to look life in the face,
and to know it for what it is.
At last, to know it,
to love it for what it is,
and then...
to put it away.

Leonard...
always the years between us,
always the years...
always...the love...
always...
the hours. "

Virginia Woolf in The Hours

sem fim

"Ah, look at all the lonely people"

As pessoas tornam-se pontos de luz que viajam a toda a velocidade, rodopio até cair e as pessoas são pontos de luz que viajam a toda a velocidade, sou uma pena que gira ao vento, e os vossos sonhos dançam em redor, a música invade os corpos e consome a sanidade,

"All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?"

quem se importa? a tarde vem morrer às janelas e os feixes cor fogo escondem o cinzento podre das pessoas que serpenteiam as ruas, velhos saem do comboio ao longe, trazem consigo os ventos da queimada, são o culminar da solidão que desgasta os ossos àqueles a quem o fastio rouba a vida, ouçam as paredes, ao crepúsculo as paredes murmuram os segredos solitários que ouviram de dia,

"All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?"

ninguém quer ouvir e a noite instala-se cá dentro, bailo até que alguém ouça, veja, sinta a maldade a escorrer pelas paredes, ruas e rios, até ao mar, voltar pelas ondas, tocar n'alguém e matar, saciar a sua sede de viangança, ódio, inveja, ganância, até não restar mais nada a não ser a solidão,

look at all the lonely people...

rodopio até cair.

nobody will come dance with us

Pale white
Mr. Haley turned and said:
You must not cry now
Crossed the ocean
For his love
To bring her falter

And his chest beat like a wolf
To bring her home
And his chest beat like a wolf
To bring her home

Nobody will come dance
Will come dance upon our grave
Nobody will come dance
Will come dance with us

Her face's so delicate and bright
In alabaster
And his chest beat like a wolf
To bring her home
And his chest beat like a wolf
To bring her home

And if ever you try to sever
All the things we've come to know
And if you ever try to sever
All the things we know

Nobody will come dance
Will come dance upon our grave
Nobody will come dance
Will come dance with us

Shannon Wright & Yann Tiersen