Farewell America

Falta meia hora para partir de Mountain View em direcção ao aeroporto de S. Francisco. São 10 da manhã.

Lembro-me da canção que mais me fez chorar nos anos 60. As despedidas foram uma constante na minha vida e por vezes dilaceraram-me o coração. Daí eu detestar dizer adeus...

All my bags are packed
I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin'
It's early morn
The taxi's waitin'
He's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome
I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time
Let me kiss you
Then close your eyes
I'll be on my way
Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times, I won't have to say

Oh, kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

Songwriters: JOHN DENVER

E muito mais não posso dizer, pois as lágrimas já afloram aos meus olhos....sem dramatizações...partir é morrer um pouco.