o de sempre

Tu!
Quantas mãos antes das minhas?
Dedos entrelacados com outras histórias
Vontade de puxar-te a mim
Abeirar-me das pessoas cicatrizadas no teu corpo
Sussurrares-me ao ouvido nomes soltos
Mas ser eu enroscada a volta da tua boca
Descansar no olhar e na saliva
Desenhar a traço duro tudo o que nunca mostraste
Trocar-te pelo minuto de silêncio que nunca cumpro
Abandonar-te na fotografia que nunca te tirei
E voltar, mas desta vez ja com a tua memória

Who will buy

"Who will buy this wonderful morning
Such a sky you never did see
Who will tie it up with a ribbon
And put it in a box for me

So I could see it at my leisure
Whenever things go wrong
And keep it as a treasure
To last my whole life long

Who will buy this wonderful feeling
I'm so high I swear I could fly
Me oh my, I don't want to lose it
So what am I to do to keep this sky so blue
There must be someone who will buy

Who will buy this wonderful morning...

There'll never be a day so sunny
It could not happen twice
Where is the man with all the money
It's cheap at half the price

Who will buy this wonderful feeling
I'm so high I swear I could fly
Me oh my, I don't want to lose it
So what am I to do to keep this sky so blue
There must be someone who will buy"

Lionel Bart

The place where I left my hook




"At age 19 I was kidnapped by turkish pirates
Mediterranean thugs
After some torture they considered me their mascot
Cypriotic good luck
I had to taste the deck and many other things
I had to pay the piper with my wedding ring
And I would never see my family again

By 25 I was respected as an equal
My art was a knife
On countless raids I was the first one up the lanyard
Yeah I was seeking a fight
There is no time to pray
And there's no time to beg
And then it's off with an arm
Or it's off with a leg
And if I spare your life
It's because the tide is leaving"

Stephen Malkmus

Não é rua, nem ruela
nem avenida nem beco.
Não é praceta, nem largo
e não é travessa.
Certezas? 10 letras e 1 hífen



ao fundo do ouvido "valsa quase antidepressiva"
Quiteto Tati e Manuela Azevedo

Careless Whisper

"Time can never mend the careless whispers of a good friend
To the heart and mind, ignorance is kind
there's no comfort in the truth
pain is all you'll find

Should've known better

I feel so unsure
as I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor
as the music dies, something in your eyes
calls to mind the silver screen
and all its sad good-byes

I'm never gonna dance again
guilty feet have got no rhythm
though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool

Should've known better than to cheat a friend
and waste the chance that I've been given
so I'm never gonna dance again
the way I danced with you

Time can never mend
the careless whispers of a good friend
to the heart and mind
ignorance is kind
there's no comfort in the truth
pain is all you'll find

I'm never gonna dance again
guilty feet have got no rhythm
though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool

Should've known better than to cheat a friend
and waste this chance that I've been given
so I'm never gonna dance again
the way I danced with you

Never without your love

Tonight the music seems so loud
I wish that we could lose this crowd
Maybe it's better this way
We'd hurt each other with the things we'd want to say

We could have been so good together
We could have lived this dance forever
But noone's gonna dance with me
Please stay

And I'm never gonna dance again
guilty feet have got no rhythm
though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool

Should've known better than to cheat a friend
and waste the chance that I've been given
so I'm never gonna dance again
the way I danced with you

(Now that you're gone) Now that you're gone
(Now that you're gone) What I did's so wrong
that you had to leave me alone"

by George Michael
Breathtaking cover by Rufus

Revisitação de clássicos!


She

"She
May be the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day.

She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die

She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and ready years
Me I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is

She, she, she"

Elvis Costello





In the arms of sleep

"sleep will not come to this tired body now
peace will not come to this lonely heart
there are some things i'll live without
but i want you to know that i need you right now
i need you tonite
i steal a kiss from her sleeping shadow moves
cause i'll always miss her wherever she goes
and i'll always need her more than she could ever need me
i need someone to ease my mind
but sometimes a someone is so hard to find
and i'll do anything to keep her here tonite
and i'll say anything to make her feel alright
and i'll be anything to keep her here tonite
cause i want you to stay, with me
i need you tonite
she comes to me like an angel out of time
as i play the part of a saint on my knees
there are some things i'll live without
but i want you to know that i need you right now
suffer my desire
suffer my desire
suffer my desire for you"

Smashing Pumpkins

O anjo do desespero

Eu sou o anjo do desespero. Com as minhas maos distribuo o extase, o adormecimento, o esquecimento, gozo e dor dos corpos. A minha fala e o silencio, o meu canto o grito. Na sombra das minhas asas mora o terror. A minha esperanca e o ultimo sopro. A minha esperanca e a primeira batalha. Eu sou a faca com que o morto abre o caixao. Eu sou aquele que ha-de ser. O meu voo e a revolta, o meu ceu o abismo de amanha.

Heiner Muller

"Joao de Deus - ...e o que fizeste estes anos todos?
Livio - esperei por ti!"

atempadamente

Seda Pura

"suave esta noite
de scoth
vem vindo a luz
teu recorte, cansada
vivendo em paz

o salto alto jogado
sem par
o batom no cigarro
voce vestida de seda pura
invisivel, passeia

longe de mim
te percebo
dona de si
em segredo

vivendo em paz"

Cazuza e Frejat

What are you thinking of girl?



Its A Fire

"Its a fire
These dreams they pass me by
This salvation I desire
Keeps getting me down

Cos we need to
Recognise mistakes
For time and again

So let it be known for what we believe in
I can see no reason for it to fail.... ...

Cos this life is a farce
I can't breathe through this mask
Like a fool
So breathe on, sister breathe on

From this oneself
Testify or tell
Its fooling us now

So let it be known for what we believe in
I can see no reason for it to fail...

Cos this life is a farce
I can't breathe through this mask
Like a fool
So breathe on, little sister, breathe on
Ohh so breathe on, little sister, like a fool"

Portishead in Dummy

AS FAR AS THE EYE CAN SEE



WHERE HAVE ALL THE COWBOYS GONE?

DIG!



realizadora: Ondi Timoner

Monotonia

"Un monotono dia sigue a otro
igualmente monotono.
Sucederan las mismas cosas una y otra vez,
los mismos momentos van y vienen,
un mes viene tras otro
y es facil decir qué sucedera:
Las mismas cosas de ayer
y la manana nunca parece el manana.

Konstandinos Kavafis

How I missed his voice



The siren songs

"On the last day of summer the sun shines bright
And we're walking through the woods
What if love is the greatest damn liar of all
Would you trust me with your life?

On the last day of summer the clouds are white
And I'm sitting by the lake
And she's singing my name, she's beckoning me
If I just lose myself for now
For one day

I want to drown in her precious arms
I want to listen to the siren songs
She got me down into the water
And she got me holding on

And she's floating oh so peacefully
As I'm watching from below
In the bluest water I ever saw
The palest body to be striped
By the sun

I want to drown in her precious arms
I want to listen to the siren songs
She got me down into the water
And she got me holding on

So let me drown in those precious arms
With all my untouchabilities washed away
Let me for once be lost for reason
Let me be lost
For words"

The Opiates (OP8s) in Anywhen

como eu podia ter escrito isto
palavra por palavra

A Carteira do Meu Pai

"Muito antes de ter pensado na sua morte,
o meu pai disse que queria ficar perto
dos pais dele. Sentia muito a falta deles
depois de terem ido embora.
Disse isto tantas vezes que a minha mae lembrou-se,
e eu lembrei-me. Mas quando o ar
lhe saiu dos pulmoes e todos os sinais de vida
tinham desaparecido, encontrou-se numa cidade
a 512 milhas de onde mais queria estar.

O meu pai, ainda assim. Inquieto
mesmo na morte. Mesmo na morte
tinha esta ultima viagem a fazer.
Toda a vida gostou de passear,
e agora tinha mais um lugar onde ir (...)

Raymond Carver

Absolute Beginners


"I've nothing much to offer
There's nothing much to take
I'm an absolute beginner
And I'm absolutely sane
As long as we're together
The rest can go to hell
I absolutely love you
But we're absolute beginners
With eyes completely open
But nervous all the same

If our love song
Could fly over mountains
Could laugh at the ocean
Just like the films
There's no reason
To feel all the hard times
To lay down the hard lines
It's absolutely true
Nothing much could happen
Nothing we can't shake
Oh we're absolute beginners
With nothing much at stake
As long as you're still smiling
There's nothing more I need
I absolutely love you
But we're absolute beginners
But if my love is your love
We're certain to succeed

If our love song
Could fly over mountains
Sail over heartaches
Just like the films
There's no reason
To feel all the hard times
To lay down the hard lines
It's absolutely true"

by Bowie

Video

A ternura de um titulo lido no autocarro


"Um alguidar, uma peneira e um tabuleiro no enxoval"

Relicario

"E uma india com colar
A tarde linda que nao quer se por
Dançam as ilhas sobre o mar
Sua Cartilha tem o A de que cor?
O que esta acontecendo?
O mundo esta ao contrario e ninguem reparou
O que esta acontecendo?
Eu estava em paz quando voce chegou
E sao dois cilios em pleno ar
Atras do filho vem o pai e o avo
Como um gatilho sem disparar
Voce invade mais um lugar
Onde eu nao vou
O que voce esta fazendo?
Milhoes de vasos sem nehuma flor
O que voce esta fazendo?
Um relicario imenso deste amor
Corre a lua porque longe vai
Sobe o dia tao vertical
O horizonte anuncia com o seu vitral
Que eu trocaria a eternidade
Por esta noite
Porque esta amanhecendo?
Peço o contrario ver o sol se por
Porque esta amanhecendo?
Se nao vou beijar seus labios
Quando voce se for
Quem nesse mundo faz o que ha durar
Pura semente dura o futuro amor
Eu sou a chuva pra voce secar
Pelo zunido das suas asas voce me falou
O que voce esta dizendo?
Milhoes de frases sem nehuma cor
O que voce esta dizendo?
Um relicario imenso deste amor
O que voce esta dizendo?
O que voce esta dizendo?
Por que esta fazendo assim?
Esta fazendo assim?"


Cassia Eller

Winners

If I could put you in a frame I'd draw you smiling
With a cigarette in your mouth and your hands reaching out for something
If I could, if I could wear all your clothes I'd still be different
And if I had your speaking voice I'd never whisper
I'd talk and talk and talk
(...)
Is there no room for us
I'll make a space for us

Meet me in front of the room where we kissed
Where you changed me, estranged me
Where no one resists
Where I followed you, hollowed by you
We will be winners
(...)

K's choice in Cocoon Crash

de volta ao pastel



thanks eskimo friend

A quem de direito

EL AUSENTE


I
La sangre quiere sentarse
Le han robado su razon de amor.
Ausencia desnuda.
Me deliro, me desplumo.
Que diria el mundo si Dios
lo hubiera abandonado asi?


II
Sin ti
el sol cale como un muerto abandonado

Sin ti
me tomo en mis brazos
y me llevo a la vida
a mendigar fervor

Alejandra Pizarnik en "La extraccion de la piedra de locura. Otros poemas"

LIFE OBJECTIVE NR. 1




Runaway

Sometimes I feel like I wanna runaway
Pack my things and make a quick getaway
From the drama surrounding, and the world around me
Sometimes I feel like I wanna runaway
Pack my things and make a quick getaway
But my heart keeps punding, and it wont allow me

I need some time to get away from the problems in my life
To relieve my mind and put aside all of this shit attackin me
inside
All of this drama surrounding me, drives me crazy constantly
I just need some time to breathe and take my mind off of
everything



Try to keep it behind me, but I'm always reminded
Of everything that bothers me, like you can't take breaks from
reality
Just keep on moving and keep on doing what will keep my life
running smoothly
Just a moment to relax, sit back alone, no one to bother me,
I'll finally be free

by Nina Sky

Uma navalha cheia de
dores de amores passados, que ficaram assim a sangrar numa sarjeta ao
lado de uma liga preta rasgada, com marcas de semen e luz de lua,
enquanto os passos se afastam e as marcas da sombra se alongam por
baixo do candeeiro.
Ainda se ve o chapeu que descai para o lado
esquerdo e um pouco de fumo que sai do ultimo cigarro que enrolou,
antes de desistir de tudo o que conhecia e caminhar ate a proxima desilusao...

Um poema por dia e o bem que me fazia

Amor Se Llama El Juego

Hace demasiados meses
que mis payasadas no provocan tus
ganas de reir
no es que ya no me intereses
pero el tiempo de los besos y el sudor
es la hora de dormir
Duele verte removiendo
la cajita de cenizas que el placer
tras de si dejo
mal y tarde estoy cumpliendo
la palabra que te di cuando jure
escribirte una cancion
Un Dios triste y aburrido nos castigo
por trepar juntos al arbol
y atracarnos con la flor de la pasion
por probar aquel sabor.
El agua apaga el fuego
y al ardor los anos
amor se llama el juego
en el que un par de ciegos
juegan a acerse dano
Y cada vez peor
y cada vez mas rotos
y cada vez mas tu
y cada vez mas yo
sin rastro de nosotros.
Ni inocentes ni culpables
corazones que destroza el temporal
carnes de canon
no soy yo ni tu ni nadie
son los dedos miserables que le dan
cuerda a mi reloj
Y no hay lagrimas que valgan para volver
a meternos en el coche
donde aquella noche en pleno carnaval
te empece a desnudar.
El agua apaga el fuego
y al ardor los anos
amor se llama el juego
en el que un par de ciegos
juegan a acerse dano
Y cada vez peor
y cada vez mas rotos
y cada vez mas tu
y cada vez mas yo
sin rastro de nosotros.

Joaquin Sabina

Transicao suave de Theo Angelopoulos
para Tori Amos


The Weeping Meadow by Theo Angelopoulos




The Weeping Meadow by Theo Angelopoulos




O Melissokomos (The Beekeeper) by Theo Angelopoulos




The Beekeeper by Tori Amos

Delicate

We might kiss when we are alone
When nobody's watching
I might take you home
We might make out when nobody's there
It's not that we're scared
It's just that it's delicate

So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?

We might live like never before
When there's nothing to give
Well how can we ask for more
We might make love in some sacred place
The look on your face is delicate

So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?

So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?

Damien Rice in O

Rooms by the sea



Edward Hopper

The mess we're in

( Thom Yorke )
Can you hear them
The helicopters
I'm in New York
No need for words now
We sit in silence
You look me
In the eye directly
You met me
I think it's Wednesday
The evening
The mess we're in
And ooooh...

( PJ Harvey )
The city sunset over me
The city sunset over me

( Thom Yorke )
Night and day
I dream of
Making love
To you now baby
Love making
On screen
Impossible dream
And I have seen
The sunrise over the river
The freeway
Reminding of
This mess we're in
And ooooh...

( PJ Harvey )
The city sunset over me
The city sunset over me

( PJ Harvey )
The city sunset over me
The city sunset over me

( PJ talking / Thom singing...together )
What were you wanting / What was that you wanted
I just wanna say
Don't ever change now baby
I'd thank you
I don't think we will meet again
And you must leave now
Before the sun rises
Over the skyscrapers
And the city landscape comes into view
Sweat on my skin
Oh
This mess we're in
Ooooh...

( PJ Harvey )
The city sunset over me
The city sunset over me
The city sunset over me
The city sunset over me

P.J. Harvey in Stories from the city stories from the sea

Theo Angelopoulos

OBSERVO A AREIA



Observo a areia, de perto, com que construo
os blocos da amurada do meu castelo.
Pelo menos tem a cor do teu cabelo.


Enquanto penso, na sombra, sobre o tempo
e deixo-o perder-se nas aguas da tarde,
sinto a tua pele branca. Vejo-a, como arde.


Da-me a tua boca molhada para saciar a sede
e acordar os suspiros surdos, adormecidos.
Passo os dedos na tua carne. Entre os tecidos.


E quem trouxe o suave tremor da brisa?
Juntei o corpo ao teu, no acariciar dos ossos
e do suor sobre o leito. Os odores eram nossos.


Ajuda-me a endossar a urze na fogueira,
no lugar onde o esconderijo e o ultimo, vago
e doce. Nele escrevo o amor que, depois, apago.


De ti nao escondo: observo a areia. O deserto.
Ergo-me e percorro toda a extensao da vigia
do meu castelo. Faz vento, o teu sopro. Ja e dia.



Jose Antonio Goncalves

LXV. Tristesses de la Lune

Ce soir, la lune reve avec plus de paresse ;
Ainsi qu'une beaute, sur de nombreux coussins,
Qui d'une main distraite et legere caresse
Avant de s'endormir le contour de ses seins,

Sur le dos satine des molles avalanches,
Mourante, elle se livre aux longues pamoisons,
Et promene ses yeux sur les visions blanches
Qui montent dans l'azur comme des floraisons.

Quand parfois sur ce globe, en sa langueur oisive,
Elle laisse filer une larme furtive,
Un poète pieux, ennemi du sommeil,

Dans le creux de sa main prend cette larme pale,
Aux reflets irises comme un fragment d'opale,
Et la met dans son cœur loin des yeux du soleil.

Charles Baudelaire - Les fleurs du mal

Darkening of the light

"Like a ghost - is the curtain
In the white light of the morning -
Dancing in the morning
Are you there - are you there?
And a shadow - like a sadness
Falling all across the garden
Dancing in the garden
Are you there, are you there?

Shine on, friend. goodnight
Why then then darkening of the light

And the leaves at my feet
Whisper sounds so familiar -
Are you there? are you there?

Where the clouds pull apart
And the moon changes faces
In the quiet secret places
Are you there? are you there?"

Concrete Blonde in Bloodletting

Silencio!
do silencio faco um grito
corpo todo me doi
deixai-me chorar um pouco.

So a sombra
como o sol vou rebolindo
de sombra assombrada
ja lhe perdi o sentido.

O ceu!
aqui me falta a luz
aqui me falta uma estrela
chora-se mais
quando se vive atras dela.

E eu,
a quem o sol esqueceu
so dou ao mundo perdao
so choro agora
porque quem morre ja nao chora.

Solidao!
que lembras-me a santeira
ao ceu da companheira
minha profunda amargura.

Ai, solidao
a quem foste confiante
Ai! solidao
e se morderam a cabeca.

Meu Deus
que ao fim do alem da vida
do que ja fui tenho sede
sou sombra triste
encostada a uma parrede.

Adeus,
vida que tanto duras
da morte que tanto gabas
ai, que me des
a solidao quase loucura.