P. Correia:
Night boat to Cairo
P. Correia:
The last day of our acquaintance
P. Correia:
The Walk
P. Correia:
Silent Spring
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The boy with the thorn in his side
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Temps mort
P. Correia:
Late night tales
P. Correia:
Endless Summer
P. Correia:
Les voyages immobiles
P. Correia:
Some day soon they're gonna pull the old town down
P. Correia:
Shadows of ourselves
P. Correia:
Time is a circus, always packing out and moving away.
P. Correia:
Pray for rain
P. Correia:
Wires and watchtowers
P. Correia:
Got to go, got to get away
P. Correia:
Cosmic Connection
P. Correia:
Time is a river sweeping away all that is born towards the darkest shore.
P. Correia:
Private conversations
P. Correia:
Memoria d'un altro fiume
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Where are we now?
P. Correia:
Racconto dell'ultimo giorno d'Agosto
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Swallowed in the shadows that glow
P. Correia:
On m'a vu dans le Vercors sauter à l'élastique
P. Correia:
I found the seashell missing from the shore below
P. Correia:
You've been acting strange
P. Correia:
Sunday was a bright day yesterday
P. Correia:
Particles & Waves
P. Correia:
depois do jantar as mulheres falam muito
P. Correia:
There was this man... And there was this road...
P. Correia:
L'orage
