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23 julho 2013
22 julho 2013
penso na morte
mas sei que continuarei vivo no epicentro das flores
no abdómen ensanguentado doutros-corpos-meus
na concha húmida de tua boca em cima dos números mágicos
anunciando o ciclo das águas e o estado do tempo
a memória dos dias resiste no olhar dum retrato
continuo só
e sinto o peso do sorriso que não me cabe no rosto
improviso um voo de alma sem rumo mas nada me consola
é imprevista a meteorologia das paixões
pássaros minerais afastam-se suspensos
vislumbro um corpo de chuva cintilando na areia
até que tudo se perde na sombra da noite... além
junto à salgada pele de longínquos ventos
Al Berto
21 julho 2013
Penélope
Mais do que um sonho: comoção!
sinto-me tonto, enternecido,
quando, de noite, as minhas mãos
são o teu único vestido.
E recompões com essa veste,
que eu, sem saber, tinha tecido,
todo o pudor que desfizeste
como uma teia sem sentido;
todo o pudor que desfizeste
a meu pedido.
Mas nesse manto que desfias,
e que depois voltas a pôr,
eu reconheço os melhores dias
do nosso amor.
David Mourão-Ferreira
outro enocturno para as horas douradas:
The passage
of time
Is flicking
dimly up on the screen
I can't see
the lines
I used to
think I could read between
Perhaps my
brains have turned to san
Oh me oh my
I think it's
been an eternity
You'd be
surprised
At my degree
of uncertainty
How can
moments go so slow.
Several times
I've seen the
evening slide away
Watching the
signs
Taking over
from the fading day
Perhaps my
brains are old and scrambled.
Several times
I've seen the
evening slide away
Watching the
signs
Taking over
from the fading day
Changing
water into wine.
Several times
I've seen the
evening slide away
Watching the
signs
Taking over
from the fading day
Putting the
grapes back on the vine.
(simultaneously
with the last two verses, another voice sings another melody with different
words, as follows:)
Who would
believe what a poor set of eyes can show you
Who would
believe what an innocent voice could do
Never a
silence always a face at the door.
Who would
believe what a poor set of ears can tell you
Who would
believe what a weak pair of hands can do
Never a
silence always a foot in the door.
20 julho 2013
Chegámos tarde a nós.
Eu tinha a pele gasta, o coração no fio.
Eu tinha a pele gasta, o coração no fio.
Tu eras um longo muro de cimento areado
em que deixava a carne inteira
a caminho do encontro.
A primavera ficava-nos sempre
à esquerda, e tu cada vez mais
dentro de mim até não sentir nada,
até estares já do outro lado.
Para trás, a cova matinal na almofada,
o postal entre a leitura suspensa,
o número a chamar de um fantasma.
Se apagar as marcas de onde pousaste
a cabeça sobre a minha vida,
se ganhar novo espaço para o fôlego,
faz-me só um favor:
nunca mais me reconheças.
Inês Dias
[ lê-se e vê-se muito melhor aqui ]
19 julho 2013
houve um tempo nos anos oitenta em que muito ouvi isto. e se os escritos políticos de green gartside parecem agora um pouco datados, a verdade é que as suas canções mantêm toda a frescura.
To
do what I should do
To
long for you to hear
I
open up my heart
And
watch her name appear
A
word for you to use
A
girl without a cause
A
name for what you lose
When
it was never yours
The
first time baby that I came to you
For
I'd do things that you want me to
The
second time baby that I came to you
For
oh you found my love for you
The
third time baby that I came to you
Oh,
oh, oh, I knew
The
last time baby that I came to you
Oh
how your flesh and blood became the word
A
name the girl outgrew
The
girl was never real
She
stands for your abuse
The
girl is no ideal
It's
a word for what you do
In
a world of broken rules
She
found a place for you
Along
her chain of fools
The
first time baby that I came to you
For
I'd do things that you want me to
The
second time baby that I came to you
For
oh you found my love for you
The
third time baby that I came to you
Oh,
oh, oh, I knew
The
last time baby that I came to you
Oh
how your flesh and blood became the word
Oh
how
Your
flesh and blood
18 julho 2013
“You put together two
people who have not been put together before. Sometimes it is like that first
attempt to harness a hydrogen balloon to a fire balloon: do you prefer crash
and burn, or burn and crash? But sometimes it works, and something new is made,
and the world is changed. Then, at some point, sooner or later, for this reason
or that, one of them is taken away. And what is taken away is greater than the
sum of what was there. This may not be mathematically possible; but it is
emotionally possible.”
Julian Barnes
17 julho 2013
16 julho 2013
Eu amo agora
eu amo a linguagem eu amo
a boca materna
mas o que eu mais amo
é o caos a nudez
o corpo original o
animal que devora
o outro animal
que se deixa comer
pelo seu desigual
Amo a língua
porque só ela
a língua de carne
a carne incendiada
pode inventar
o canto e a voz
da fonte muda
Casimiro de Brito
mesmo os que não gostam do seu estilo musical reconhecem-lhe o valor de, numa indústria que faz e desfaz estrelatos do dia para a noite, ter permanecido no topo há trinta anos, nunca fugindo das polémicas e dos temas tabú, sempre a reinventar-se com a mesma energia de principiante absoluta - mas eu devo ser das poucas pessoas da minha geração para quem a menina madonna louise ciccone é totalmente indiferente. não me interessa como pessoa ou fenómeno e as suas canções, normalmente orientadas para a dança, nunca me atraíram. porém, toda a regra tem uma excepção: a-d-o-r-o esta pop-song, nada a fazer... e o belíssimo videoclip tem dois bónus: o ambiente e a atmosfera hi-tech japonesa, filmados numa espécie de preto&branco em tons de azul e a presença do grande ryuichi sakamoto no papel de realizador.
I feel it, it's coming
[chorus:]
Rain, feel it on my finger tips
Hear it on my window pane
Your love's coming down like
Rain, wash away my sorrow
Take away my pain
Your love's coming down like rain
When your lips are burning mine
And you take the time to tell me how you feel
When you listen to my words
And I know you've heard, I know it's real
Rain is what this thunder brings
For the first time I can hear my heart sing
Call me a fool but I know I'm not
I'm gonna stand out here on the mountain top
Till I feel your
[chorus]
When you looked into my eyes
And you said goodbye could you see my tears
When I turned the other way
Did you hear me say
I'd wait for all the dark clouds bursting in a perfect sky
You promised me when you said goodbye
That you'd return when the storm was done
And now I'll wait for the light, I'll wait for the sun
Till I feel your
[chorus]
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say, never go away
Waiting is the hardest thing
(It's strange I feel like I've known you before)
I tell myself that if I believe in you
(And I want to understand you)
In the dream of you
(More and more)
With all my heart and all my soul
(When I'm with you)
That by sheer force of will
(I feel like a magical child)
I will raise you from the ground
(Everything strange)
And without a sound you'll appear
(Everything wild)
And surrender to me, to love
Rain is what the thunder brings
For the first time I can hear my heart sing
Call me a fool but I know I'm not
I'm gonna stand out here on the mountain top
Till I feel your
Rain, I feel it, it's coming
Your love's coming down like
[chorus]
Rain, I feel it, it's coming
Your love's coming down like
Rain
15 julho 2013
e por vezes há autores que olham para trás e reconhecem que são parte de um caminho.
e por vezes é assim, surge um grande azul de onde menos se espera...
She came on the river
With a gift for me
I'm in way deep
That's how it has to be
It's hot in the desert
But I'm cool in the zone
People call me lucky
But I say you make your own
I'm on a roll
Yeah, I'm on a roll
I'm runnin' hot
Baby, am I hot or what?
This is outrageous
I got all kinds of stuff
Can I dodge bullets
And can I bluff
Hot shots keep on a' coming
Looking for a fight
But the names are going down
To the left and to the right
And I'm on a roll
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm on a roll
I'm runnin' hot
Baby, am I hot or what?
It gets dark at night
That's how it goes
It gets cold in winter
Don't be surprised if it snows
You wanna play Hold'em
With my friend Mr Chan
If you lose your stack, well
You sure can't blame the man
Ha! ha! ha!
Ha! ha! ha!
I'm runnin' hot
Baby, am I hot or what?
They play with me a while
I'll read 'em like a book
Let's go have a drink or two
And talk about the scalps I took
I got a big old stack
I had me a big old day
Tomorrow I go back
Gonna take it all the way
'Cos I'm on a roll
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm on a roll
I'm runnin' hot
Baby, am I hot or what?
I said I'm runnin' hot, baby
Baby, am I hot or what?
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