Golden Hair

Lean out your window

Golden hair

I heard you singing

In the midnight air

My book is closed

I read no more

Watching the fire dance

On the floor

I've left my book

I've left my room

I heard you singing

Through the gloom

Singing and singing

A merry air

Lean out of the window

Golden hair

(James Joyce)

P.S.: Amo a versão musicada do Syd Barrett. E é assim que amanheço e anoiteço, entrelaçando artes e tecnologias - bela entropia.