Caía uma chuva fina em forma de confissão
E eu solidão
Sou como a folha de outono que sem dono navegando chega aqui
P'ra lhe dizer que o abandono já vai chegando ao fim
E eu só perdão,
Só falta agora o teu sorriso, um aviso que a luz do sol está por vir
E se você me vir vagando sem razão
Não vai pensar que o desengano mora no meu coração
Há muito tempo já se foi a estação que vem depois
Descortina todo o Esplendor.
(Caía uma chuva fina.)
Cibelle
31.5.06
30.5.06
And she was
Mais de trinta graus para mim é roçar o Inferno, incluindo diabos, chamas, suor e tonturas. Daí que precise de uma cançoneta que me arrefeça o espírito. Com esta pulo, danço e canto, não arrefeço mas pelo menos esqueço-me que desci às profundidades da Terra.
And she was lying in the grass
And she could hear the highway breathing
And she could see a nearby factory
She's making sure she is not dreaming
See the lights of a neighbour's house
Now she's starting to rise
Take a minute to concentrate
And she opens up her eyes
The world was moving and she was right there with it (and she was)
The world was moving she was floating above it (and she was) and she was
And she was drifting through the backyard
And she was taking off her dress
And she was moving very slowly
Rising up above the earth
Moving into the universe
Drifting this way and that
Not touching ground at all
Up above the yard
The world was moving and she was right there with it (and she was)
The world was moving she was floating above it (and she was) and she was
She was glad about it... no doubt about it
She isn't sure where she's gone
No time to think about what to tell them
No time to think about what she's done
And she was
And she was looking at herself
And things were looking like a movie
She had a pleasant elevation
She's moving out in all directions
The world was moving and she was right there with it (and she was)
The world was moving she was floating above it (and she was) and she was
Joining the world of missing persons (and she was)
Missing enough to feel alright (and she was)
Talking Heads
And she was lying in the grass
And she could hear the highway breathing
And she could see a nearby factory
She's making sure she is not dreaming
See the lights of a neighbour's house
Now she's starting to rise
Take a minute to concentrate
And she opens up her eyes
The world was moving and she was right there with it (and she was)
The world was moving she was floating above it (and she was) and she was
And she was drifting through the backyard
And she was taking off her dress
And she was moving very slowly
Rising up above the earth
Moving into the universe
Drifting this way and that
Not touching ground at all
Up above the yard
The world was moving and she was right there with it (and she was)
The world was moving she was floating above it (and she was) and she was
She was glad about it... no doubt about it
She isn't sure where she's gone
No time to think about what to tell them
No time to think about what she's done
And she was
And she was looking at herself
And things were looking like a movie
She had a pleasant elevation
She's moving out in all directions
The world was moving and she was right there with it (and she was)
The world was moving she was floating above it (and she was) and she was
Joining the world of missing persons (and she was)
Missing enough to feel alright (and she was)
Talking Heads
Ainda mais animais na cidade (III)
Besouros e/ou borboletas.
Com direito a cabeçadas nas lâmpadas, candeeiros, abat-jours, televisão, micro-ondas e frigorífico aberto, após vôo picadíssimo.
Com direito a cabeçadas nas lâmpadas, candeeiros, abat-jours, televisão, micro-ondas e frigorífico aberto, após vôo picadíssimo.
29.5.06
Mais animais na cidade (II)
Melgas.
Na minha terra não há nada destas coisas. Mosquitos com patas tão grandes que parecem aranhas e ferrões afiados com ar de quem nos vai sugar o sangue todo até ao último capilar.
Tenho medo.
Na minha terra não há nada destas coisas. Mosquitos com patas tão grandes que parecem aranhas e ferrões afiados com ar de quem nos vai sugar o sangue todo até ao último capilar.
Tenho medo.
28.5.06
26.5.06
Como ir a um Festival (que se quer ignorar) sem gastar um tostão
Faz-se assim: mora-se perto do recinto e abre-se uma janela.
Tenho o Rock in Rio a entrar-me pela casa a dentro.
Tenho o Rock in Rio a entrar-me pela casa a dentro.
23.5.06
No llores más
O rótulo prometia sem lágrimas e achei que seria a solução ideal, pelo menos agora que já tinha experimentado tudo e ainda nada resultara, então comprei litros de champô e lavei o cabelo durante duas madrugadas seguidas.
Continuei a chorar.
22.5.06
[sem título]
Sopravas bolas de sabão feitas de sonhos e serpentinas e eu embevecida perante a tua jovialidade, o teu sorriso de menino traquinas vendo-as subir, volteando, rodopiando até que, bem junto às nuvens,
puf!
se desfaziam em gotas que molhavam as maçãs do teu rosto, iluminando-o com as sete cores do arco-íris
amarelo, laranja, vermelho, anil, violeta, azul, verde
e cada gota de todas as gotas vibrava por acariciar a tua face perfeita, a tua pele macia, percorrendo o teu maxilar anguloso até ao queixo para logo se perder nos teus lábios suaves e carnudos, que semicerravas para as sorver, uma por uma.
puf!
se desfaziam em gotas que molhavam as maçãs do teu rosto, iluminando-o com as sete cores do arco-íris
amarelo, laranja, vermelho, anil, violeta, azul, verde
e cada gota de todas as gotas vibrava por acariciar a tua face perfeita, a tua pele macia, percorrendo o teu maxilar anguloso até ao queixo para logo se perder nos teus lábios suaves e carnudos, que semicerravas para as sorver, uma por uma.
21.5.06
Sim, é um post parvo [mas também são 5 da manhã]
Deixe as palavras refogar lentamente num bom azeite virgem, deixe-as dourar, amolecer, ganhar brilho. Só aí é que vale a pena juntar outro interveniente a esta receita. Escolha-o bem, fresco, livre, e sorriso tímido. [Não se deixe levar pelas aparências.] Perceba se ele sabe ouvir, se sabe quando interromper, se sabe guiar a conversa. Se sim, junte-o às palavras e tempere com gargalhadas e suspiros q.b.. Mexa o preparado até que este esteja cozido por fora, nesse momento adicione uma colher de sopa de carinho e uma chávena de intimidade. Mexa vigorosamente até que fique cozido, instante em que pode então regar generosamente com atracção física e gostos partilhados. Salpique com encontros de frequência gradualmente maior até que todos os outros ingredientes ganhem cor.
Vai a servir em travessa bonita, decorada com beijos e alegria.
Vai a servir em travessa bonita, decorada com beijos e alegria.
11.5.06
Quem quer ser lobo, que lhe vista a pele.
Empty Shell
All that is left is an empty shell
Of my heart that is crushed
I don't never wanna see
What my mind has seen
When you loved me
Every night every night alone with you
Every night alone now
When she sits on your lap
Try to pretend to laugh
When she does stupid things
Just like I used to do
Do not hate her
Don't you even try
For to leave her is to love her
The same as you and I
I love you
And I miss you too
I really do love you
And I really miss you too
But I don't know you
And I don't need you
And I don't want you anymore
Every night every night alone with you
Every night alone now.
Cat Power
All that is left is an empty shell
Of my heart that is crushed
I don't never wanna see
What my mind has seen
When you loved me
Every night every night alone with you
Every night alone now
When she sits on your lap
Try to pretend to laugh
When she does stupid things
Just like I used to do
Do not hate her
Don't you even try
For to leave her is to love her
The same as you and I
I love you
And I miss you too
I really do love you
And I really miss you too
But I don't know you
And I don't need you
And I don't want you anymore
Every night every night alone with you
Every night alone now.
Cat Power
4.5.06
Lover, you should've come over
Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so you never know
When i'm broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one
So i'll wait for you... and i'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn
Oh lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late
Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come
It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Well maybe i'm just too young
To keep good love from going wrong
Oh... lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late
Well I feel too young to hold on
And i'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love well i'm waiting for you
Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late
Jeff Buckley, porque há dias assim em que uma canção diz mais sobre nós do que mil palavras escritas.
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you're on my mind so you never know
When i'm broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one
So i'll wait for you... and i'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn
Oh lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late
Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come
It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Well maybe i'm just too young
To keep good love from going wrong
Oh... lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late
Well I feel too young to hold on
And i'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love well i'm waiting for you
Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late
Jeff Buckley, porque há dias assim em que uma canção diz mais sobre nós do que mil palavras escritas.
2.5.06
Frases que se ditas com frequência poderiam evitar muitos problemas I
"Sabes, tens toda a razão, desculpa."
PROCURA-SE
Árvore com flores fúcsia, copa frondosa povoada de melros pretos cantando e esvoaçando por entre a folhagem exuberante, tronco robusto habitado por esquilos e líquenes. É importante que tenha a capacidade de sobreviver na minha rua no centro de Lisboa e que os seus ramos atinjam o 5º andar.
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