Who Knows Where The Time Goes?

Sandy Denny por Ray Stevenson, 1967

Across the evening sky all the birds are leaving

But how can they know it's time for them to go?

Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming

I have no thought of time

For who knows where the time goes?

Who knows where the time goes?

Sad deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving

Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go

But I will still be here; I have no thought of leaving

I do not count the time

For who knows where the time goes?

Who knows where the time goes?

And I am not alone while my love is near me

I know it will be so until it's time to go

So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again

I have no fear of time

For who knows how my love grows?

And who knows where the time goes?

Sandy Denny

Da Convicção

"Não tenho intenção de impor convicções: basta-me exercer uma acção estimulante e abalar preconceitos. Quanto, à custa de esforços penosos, conquistámos uma convicção, temos também, até certo ponto, o direito de pretendermos mantê-la perante e contra todos." 

Sigmund Freud in Introdução à Psicanálise (1916-1917)