Selvagem é o vento

Fugindo do lugar comum das comemorações do dia do rock, não vou postar aqui nem Beatles, nem Hendrix, nem Stones; nada de obviedades...
Também não vou ficar aqui puxando o saco do rock e falando como ele mudou minha vida e como eu sou rebelde, pois o mundo quis assim...
Rock pra mim é atitude assim como é o blues ou o samba, ou o pagode roots...
E atitude não tem ``data pra comemorar, as vezes os meus dias são de bar em bar´´.
Portanto, foda-se o rock!
Yeah!

Dá-lhe Bowie:







Wild is the Wind


Love me, love me, love me...
Say you do
Let me fly
away with you
For my love is like the wind
And wild is the wind,
Wild is the wind
Give me more than one caress
Satisfy this hungriness
Let the wind blow through your heart
For wild is the wind,
Wild is the wind
You . . .
Touch me
I hear the sound of mandolins
You . . .
Kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me
All things to me
Don't you know, you're life itself!
Like the leaf clings to the tree,
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures of the wind
And wild is the wind,
Wild is the wind
You . . .
Touch me
I hear the sound of mandolins
You . . .
Kiss me With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me
All things to me
Don't you know, you're life itself!
Like the leaf clings to the tree,
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures in the wind
And wild is the wind,
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind,
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind