A house is not a home ...

É o título de uma velha canção do Burt Bacharach ... hoje pela manhã fotografando espaços e coisas de casa me lembrei dela ...

A chair is still a chair
Even when there's no one sitting there.
But a chair is not a house
And a house is not a home
When there's no one there to hold you tight
And no one there you can kiss goodnight.

A room is still a room
Even when there's nothing there but gloom.
But a room is not a house
And a house is not a home
When the two of us are far apart.
And one of us has a broken heart.

Now and then I call your name
And suddenly a face appears.
But it's just a crazy game
And it ends,
It ends in tears.

So darling, have a heart.
Don't let one mistake keep us apart.
I'm not meant to live alone,
Turn this house into a home.
When I climb the stair and turn the key,
please be there,

Still in love with me.