segunda-feira, 30 de abril de 2007

Remember


Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894)

The Killers - When You Were Young

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch him now, here he comes
He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined when you were young
Can we climb this mountain, I don’t know
Higher now than ever before, I
Know we can make it if we take it slow
Thats thinking easy, easy now, watch it go
We’re burning down the highway skyline on the
Back of a hurricane that started turning
When you were young
When you were young
And sometimes you close your eyes
And see the place where you used to live
When you were young
They say the devil's water, it ain’t so sweet
You don’t have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once and a little while
You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch him now, here he comes
He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined when you were young
(Talks like a gentleman, like you imagine)
When you were young
I said he doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus

But more than you’ll ever know

sexta-feira, 27 de abril de 2007

Bush - The Chemicals Between Us

I want you to remember
A love so full it could send us all ways
I want you to surrender
All my feelings rose today
And I want you to remain
The power of children can amaze
I`ll try not to complain
I know that`s a pisser baby
The chemicals between us
The walls that lie between us
Lying in this bed
The chemicals displaced
There is no lonelier place
Than lying in this bed
I want you to remember
Everything you said
Every driven word
Like a hammer,hell, to my head
The chemicals between us
There is no lonelier place
Then lying in this bed
The chemicals displaced
There is no lonelier place
Than lying in this bed
The chemicals between us
The chemicals between us
Lying in this bed
We´re of the hollow men
We are the naked ones
We never meant you harm
Never meant you wrong
I`d like to thank
All of my lovers, lovers, lovers
The chemicals between us
The army of achievers
Lying in this bed
The chemicals displaced
There is no lonelier state
Than lying in this bed
The chemicals between us
The chemicals between us
The chemicals

The chemicals between us

The Chemicals Between Us


Mazar-i-Sharif, Norte do Afeganistão - 15 de Abril de 2006.

"I remember your red dress
Like a field full o' poppy..."

Pixies - Lovely Day

The Walls That Lie Between Us


Adamiyah, Bagdad, 23 de Abril de 2007


http://www.portugaldiario.iol.pt/noticia.php?id=800747&div_id=291

Guernica


Si se pudiera rescatar

un solo retrato del siglo veinte

sería "Guernica".

No se divisan los aviones,

no se ve caer las bombas

no se escucha el estruendo de los bombardeos;

pero el dolor crece como una ola

y el hombre que yace con la espada rota

y la madre con el hijo muerto entre los brazos

nos recuerdan que desde hace milenios

han pretendido apagar con fuego

la sed del pueblo.


Fernando Lamberg



The Roy Batty Effect

"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die."

Rutger Hauer, in "Blade Runner" - Ridley Scott, 1982

quinta-feira, 26 de abril de 2007

Peter Murphy - Cuts You Up

I find you in the morning
After dreams of distant signs
You pour yourself over me
Like the sun through the blinds
You lift me up and get me out
Keep me walking but never shout
Hold the secret close
I hear you say

You know the way it throws about
It takes you in and spits you out
It spits you out when you desire
To conquer it to feel you're higher
To follow it you must be clean
With mistakes that you do mean
Move the heart switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place

On and on it goes
Calling like a distant wind
Through the zero hour we'll walk
Cut the thick and break the thin
No sound to break no moment clear
When all the doubts are crystal clear
Crashing hard into the secret wind

You know the way it twists and turns
Changing colour spinning yarns
You know the way it leaves you dry
It cuts you up it takes you high
You know the way it's painted gold
Is it honey is it gold
You know the way it throws about
It takes you in and spits you out
You know the way it throws about
It takes you in and spits you out
It spits you out when you desire
To conquer it to feel you're higher
To follow it you must be clean
With mistakes that you do mean
Move the heart switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place

It's o.k. it goes this way
The line it twists it twists away
Cuts you up and spits you out
Keeps you walking but never shout.

You Say You Love

You say you love; but with a voice
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
The soft vespers to herself
While the chime-bell ringeth—
O love me truly!

You say you love; but with a smile
Cold as sunrise in September,
As you were Saint Cupid's nun,
And kept his weeks of Ember.
O love me truly!

You say you love; but then your lips
Coral tinted teach no blisses,
More than coral in the sea—
They never pout for kisses—
O love me truly!

You say you love; but then your hand
No soft squeeze for squeeze returneth,
It is like a statue's, dead—
While mine for passion burneth—
O love me truly!

O breathe a word or two of fire!
Smile, as if those words should burn me,
Squeeze as lovers should—O kiss
And in thy heart inurn me—
O love me truly!

John Keats

quarta-feira, 25 de abril de 2007

Chico Buarque - Tanto Mar

Oh Captain, My Captain...


Fernando José Salgueiro Maia
1 de Julho de 1944 - 4 de Abril de 1992

terça-feira, 24 de abril de 2007

Push Me Pull Me - Pearl Jam

Assemelha-te de novo...



"Assemelha-te de novo à árvore que amas, a árvore de grandes ramos : silenciosa e atenta, ela deixa-se pender sobre o mar."


Nietzsche

É urgente o amor.
É urgente um barco no mar.
É urgente destruir certas palavras,
ódio, solidão e crueldade,
alguns lamentos,
muitas espadas.
É urgente inventar alegria,
multiplicar os beijos, as searas,
é urgente descobrir rosas e rios
e manhãs claras.
Cai o silêncio nos ombros e a luz
impura, até doer.
É urgente o amor, é urgente
permanecer.
Eugénio de Andrade

segunda-feira, 23 de abril de 2007

Far From The Madding Crowd


Pixies - Dead

you crazy baby bathsheba, i wancha
you're suffocating you need a good shed
i'm tired of living, shebe, so gimme
dead

we're apin' rapin' tapin' catharsis
you get torn down and get erected
my blood is working but my, my heart is
dead

hey
whaddyah know?
you're lovely
tan belly
is starting to grow

uriah hit the crapper, the crapper
uriah hit the crapper, the crapper
uriah hit the crapper, the crapper
dead

A Face In The Crowd - Tom Petty

Before all of this ever went down
In another place, another town,
You were just a face in the crowd
Out in t he street walking around

A face in the crowd

Out of a dream, out of the sky
Into my heart, into my life
And you were just a face in the crowd
Out in the street, thinking out loud

A face in the crowd

Cem Pessoas


Em cada cem pessoas:
Sabendo tudo mais que os outros:
⁃ cinquenta e duas,
inseguras de cada passo:
⁃ quase todas as outras,
prontas a ajudar desde que isso não lhes tome muito tempo:
⁃ quarenta e nove, o que já não é mau,
sempre boas porque incapazes de ser outro modo:
⁃ quatro; enfim, talvez cinco,
prontas a admirar sem inveja:
⁃ dezoito,
induzidas em erro por uma juventude, afinal tão efémera:
⁃ mais ou menos sessenta,
com quem não se brinca:
⁃ quarenta e quatro,
vivendo sempre angustiadas em relação a alguém ou a qualquer coisa:
⁃ setenta e sete,
dotadas para serem felizes:
⁃ no máximo vinte e tal,
inofensivas quando sozinhas, mas selvagens quando em multidão:
⁃ isso, o melhor é não tentar saber mesmo aproximadamente,
prudentes depois do mal estar feito:
⁃ não mais do que antes,
não pedindo nada da vida excepto coisas:
⁃ trinta, mas preferia estar enganado,
encurvadas, sofridas, sem um lanterna que lhes ilumine as trevas:
⁃ mais tarde ou mais cedo, oitenta e três,
justas:
⁃ pelo menos trinta e cinco, o que já não é mau,
mas se a isso juntarmos o esforço de compreender:
⁃ três,
dignas de compaixão:
⁃ noventa e nove,
mortais:
⁃ cem por cento, número que, de momento, não é possível mudar.
*
Wislawa Szymborska

domingo, 22 de abril de 2007

100 Ways


Mew - Special

And If...



And if the branches tap my pane
And the poplars whisper nightly,
It is to make me dream again
I hold you to me tightly.

And if the stars shine on the pond
And light its sombre shoal,
It is to quench my mind's despond
And flood with peace my soul.

And if the clouds their tresses part
And does the moon outblaze,
It is but to remind my heart
I long for you always.
Mihai Eminescu

Smashing Pumpkins - Appels + Oranjes


What if the sun refused to shine?
What if the clouds refused to rain?
What if the wind refused to blow?
What if the seas refused to wave?
What if the world refused to turn?
What if the stars would hesitate?

What if, what is isn't true?
What are you going to do?
What if, what is isn't you?
Does that mean you've got to lose?
Digging for the feel of something new

What if the silence let you dream?
What if the air could let you breathe?
What if the words would bring you here?
What if this sound could bring you peace?

What if, what is isn't true?
What are you going to do?
Digging for the feel of something new
What if, what is isn't you?
Does that mean you've got to lose?

It came from your thoughts, your dreams and visions
Ripped up from your weeks and indecisions

What if the sun refused to shine?
What if the clouds refused to rain?
What if the world refused to turn?
What if the clocks would hesitate?

What if, what is isn't true?
What are you going to do?
What if, what is isn't you?
Does that mean you've got to lose?
Digging for the feel of something new

Does that mean you've got to choose?
The feel of something new
Does that mean you've got to lose?
The thoughts you cannot lose
What are you gonna do?

**********************************************************

You're special
You're like rocket through me
Ohh, you're special
You're a rocket to me
And I cannot this time

Agarina
You can't say no
Agarina
This time you will go

You're special
You're like a rocket through me
Ohh, you're special
You're a rocket to me
And I cannot this time

There's a taste that you can't shake
But you can't seem to let them go awry
I know you're special
You're a rocket to me
At this surprised
All the time

I know what you said to me
And I don't care at the same time
But I'll take you up and down
Address it to you
Honey bee
I know what you said to me
And I don't care at the same time
And what do you stay to do?
I saw the worst of you

sexta-feira, 20 de abril de 2007

The Openheimer Effect


"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."


- Robert Oppenheimer, director do Manhattan Project, citando o "Bhagavad Gita", Capítulo 11, Verso 32, ao presenciar a explosão da primeira bomba atómica, no Trinity Site , Novo México, em 16 de Julho de 1945.

Underwater love - Smoke City

This must be underwater love
The way I feel it slipping all over me
This must be underwater love
The way I feel it

O que que é esse amor, d´água
Deve sentir muito parecido a esse amor
This is it
Underwater love
It is so deep
So beautifully liquid

Esse amor com paixão, ai
Esse amor com paixão, ai que coisa

After the rain comes sun
After the sun comes rain again
After the rain comes sun
After the sun comes rain again

This must be underwater love
The way I feel it slipping all over me
This must be underwater love
The way I feel it

O que que é esse amor, d´água
Eu sei que eu não quero mais nada

Follow me now
To a place you only dream of
Before I came along

When I first saw you
I was deep in clear blue water
The sun was shining
Calling me to come and see you
I touched your soft skin
And you jumped in with your eyes closed
And a smile upon your face
Você vem, você vai
Você vem e cai
E vem aqui pra cá
Porque eu quero te beijar na sua boca
Que coisa louca
Vem aqui pra cá
Porque eu quero te beijar na sua boca
Ai que boca gostosa

After the rain comes sun
After the sun comes rain again
After the rain comes sun
After the sun comes rain again
Cai cai e tudo tudo cai
Tudo cai pra lá e pra cá
Pra lá e pra cá
E vamos nadar
E vamos nadar e tudo tudo dá

This must be underwater love
The way I feel it slipping all over me
This must be underwater love
The way I feel it
Oh oh d´água we are full

Underwater
Oh underwater love
This underwater love
This underwater love
Underwater love

Underwater Love - Faith No More

Looking down into the water
Its hard to make out your face
If our love is drowning, then why
Do I feel so out of place?
Bubbling up to the surface
Are you getting a breath of fresh air?
Forever longing to make you mine
But I cant escape your stare...
Liquid seeps into your lungs
But your eyes look so serene
Its wonderful how the surface ripples
But youre perfect, and I cannot breathe
Forever longing to make you mine
But I cant escape your stare...
Hold me closer, keep me near
My underwater love
Hold me closer, keep me near
Ill never get enough
Touch me from below
Ill never let you go
But I cant escape

Poema De Amor Para Uso Tópico


Quero-te, como se fosses
a presa indiferente, a mais obscura
das amantes. Quero o teu rosto
de brancos cansaços, as tuas mãos
que hesitam, cada uma das palavras
que sem querer me deste. Quero
que me lembres e esqueças como eu
te lembro e esqueço: num fundo
a preto e branco, despida como
a neve matinal se despe da noite,
fria, luminosa,
voz incerta de rosa.

Nuno Júdice

quinta-feira, 19 de abril de 2007

Heart Of Glass - Blondie

Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind
Once I had a love and it was divine
Soon found out I was losing my mind
It seemed like the real thing but I was so blind
Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind

In between
What I find is pleasing and I'm feeling fine
Love is so confusing there's no peace of mind
If I fear I'm losing you it's just no good
You teasing like you do

Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind

Once I had a love and it was divine
Soon found out I was losing my mind
It seemed like the real thing but I was so blind
Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind

Lost inside
Adorable illusion and I cannot hide
I'm the one you're using, please don't push me aside
We could've made it cruising, yeah

Yeah, riding high on love's true bluish light

Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out I had a heart of glass
Seemed like the real thing only to find
Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind

Plano



Trabalho o poema sobre uma hipótese: o amor
que se despeja no copo da vida, até meio, como se
o pudéssemos beber de um trago. No fundo,
como o vinho turvo, deixa um gosto amargo na
boca. Pergunto onde está a transparência do
vidro, a pureza do líquido inicial, a energia
de quem procura esvaziar a garrafa; e a resposta
são estes cacos que nos cortam as mãos, a mesa
da alma suja de restos, palavras espalhadas
num cansaço de sentidos. Volto, então, à primeira
hipótese. O amor. Mas sem o gastar de uma vez,
esperando que o tempo encha o copo até cima,
para que o possa erguer à luz do teu corpo
e veja, através dele, o teu rosto inteiro.

Nuno Júdice

Heart of Glass - Nouvelle Vague

Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind
Once I had a love and it was divine
Soon found out I was losing my mind
It seemed like the real thing but I was so blind
Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind...

quarta-feira, 18 de abril de 2007

Worldometer




Bright Side Of Life

Ash-Wednesday

Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things
(Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?)
Why should I mourn
The vanished power of the usual reign?
Because I do not hope to know again
The infirm glory of the positive hour
Because I do not think
Because I know I shall not know
The one veritable transitory power
Because I cannot drink
There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is nothing again
Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
And only for one place
I rejoice that things are as they are and
I renounce the blessed face
And renounce the voice
Because I cannot hope to turn again
Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something
Upon which to rejoice
And pray to God to have mercy upon us
And pray that I may forget
These matters that with myself I too much discuss
Too much explain
Because I do not hope to turn again
Let these words answer
For what is done, not to be done again
May the judgement not be too heavy upon us
Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
But merely vans to beat the air
The air which is now thoroughly small and dry
Smaller and dryer than the will
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still.
Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death
Pray for us now and at the hour of our death.
*
T. S. Eliot

terça-feira, 17 de abril de 2007

Stone Temple Pilots - Interstate Love Song

Waiting on a Sunday afternoon
for what I read between the lines,
your lies.
feelin' like a hand in rusted shame
so do you laugh or does it cry?
reply?

leavin' on a southern train
only yesterday you lied,
promises of what I seemed to be
only watched the time go by,
all of these things you said to me.

breathing is the hardest thing
to do. with all I've said and
all that's dead for you,
you lied - good bye

leavin' on a southern train
only yesterday you lied
promises of what I seemed to be
only watched the time go by,
all of these things I said to you.

Pixies - La La Love You

The Ultimate FHAE hymn! lol

The Whores Hustle And The Hustlers Whore

Speak to me of universal laws
The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
All around me people bleed
Speak to me your song of greed

Speak to me of your inner charm
Of how you'll keep me safe from harm
I don't think so, I don't see
Speak to me of your inner peace

Little people at the amusement park
City people in the dark
Speak to us, send us a sign
Tell us something to keep us trying

The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
Too many people out of love
The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
This city's ripped right to the core

Speak to me of heroin and speed
Of genocide and suicide, of syphilis and greed
Speak to me the language of love
The language of violence, the language of the heart
This isn't the first time I've asked for money or love
Heaven and earth don't ever mean enough
Speak to me of heroin and speed
Just give me something I can believe

The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
Too many people out of love
The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
This city's ripped right to the core

Mujer, Nada Me Has Dado



Nada me has dado y para ti mi vida
deshoja su rosal de desconsuelo,
porque ves estas cosas que yo miro,
las mismas tierras y los mismos cielos,

porque la red de nervios y de venas
que sostiene tu ser y tu belleza
se debe estremecer al beso puro
del sol, del mismo sol que a mi me besa.

Mujer, nada me has dado y sin embargo
a través de tu ser siento las cosas:
estoy alegre de mirar la tierra
en que tu corazón tiembla y reposa.

Me limitan en vano mis sentidos
-dulces flores que se abren en el viento-
porque adivino el pájaro que pasa
y que mojó de azul tu sentimiento.

Y sin embargo no me has dado nada,
no se florecen para mi tus años,
la cascada de cobre de tu risa
no apagará la sed de mis rebaños.
Hostia que no probó tu boca fina,
amador del amado que te llame,
saldré al camino con mi amor al brazo
como un vaso de miel para el que ames.

Ya ves, noche estrellada, canto y copa
en que bebes el agua que yo bebo,
vivo en tu vida, vives en mi vida,
nada me has dado y todo te lo debo.
Pablo Neruda

segunda-feira, 16 de abril de 2007

"Someone Must Get Hurt" - SWR

Please don't touch me, I've come to far to let you bring me down
He's thinks that I'm easy but try as you might you can't have me now
These tedious dances we run through but I've memorized them now
I quietly melt down and consent to you if only just to bawl

As I stare through you and I stand quite still
And a alarm sounds just up the road
I can tell you'd like some company but I can't fix you and you don't want me

I call for the witness, present the facts right down to the little things
They say the heart is resilient, in black and white you swore there'd be no strings
I sneak out the back door, but the gavel strikes
And I can hear you cry, under the sound of my footsteps
This time they will be no long goodbye

As I stare through you and I stand quite still
And a alarm sounds just up the road
I can tell you'd like some sympathy but I can't fix you and you don't want me

How can I trust you? How could you need me now?
Its getting to be so cold, old
The decision is in that I won't break
You cut and you run with our lives at stake
Well, someone might get hurt and it won't be me
The decision is in there will be no fight
It might sound cold but I know its right
'Cause someone must get hurt and it won't be me

PJ Harvey + Thom Yorke - This Mess We´re In

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...

The city sunset over me
The city sunset over me

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...

The city sunset over me
The city sunset over me

The city sunset over me
The city sunset over me

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
Oh...

The city sunset over me
The city sunset over me
The city sunset over me
The city sunset over me

domingo, 15 de abril de 2007

100 Ways


U2 - Night and Day

Where the jungle shadows fall
Like the tick tick tick of the eye of the clock
You're standing up against the wall
Like the drip drip drip of the rain drops
When the sun shines through
So a voice within me
Keeps revealing you...you

Night and day
You are the one
Only you beneath the moon
And under the sun
Whether near to me or far
It's no matter, baby, where you are
I think of you
Night and day

Day and night
Why is it so
That this longing for you follows wherever I go
In the roaring traffic gloom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you
Night and day

Night and day
Under the hide of me
Though such a hungry yearning
Burning inside of me
This torment won't be through
'til you let me spend my life making love to you
Day and night
Night and day

Night and day
Under the hide of me
Oh, such a hungry yearning
Burning, burning inside of me
This torment won't be through
'til you let me spend my life making love to you
Day and night
Night and day

Night and day
Night and day
Night and day
Night, night, night and day
Night and day
Night, night and day
Night and day

La Canción Desesperada


Emerge tu recuerdo de la noche en que estoy.

El río anuda al mar su lamento obstinado.
Abandonado como los muelles en el alba.

Es la hora de partir, oh abandonado !
Sobre mi corazón llueven frías corolas.

Oh sentina de escombros, feroz cueva de náufragos !
En ti se acumularon las guerras y los vuelos.

De ti alzaron las alas los pájaros del canto.
Todo te lo tragaste, como la lejanía.

Como el mar, como el tiempo. Todo en ti fue naufragio !
Era la alegre hora del asalto y el beso.

La hora del estupor que ardía como un faro.
Ansiedad de piloto, furia de buzo ciego,

turbia embriaguez de amor, todo en ti fue naufragio !
En la infancia de niebla mi alma alada y herida.

Descubridor perdido, todo en ti fue naufragio !
Te ceñiste al dolor, te agarraste al deseo.

Te tumbó la tristeza, todo en ti fue naufragio !
Hice retroceder la muralla de sombra.

anduve más allá del deseo y del acto.
Oh carne, carne mía, mujer que amé y perdí,

a ti en esta hora húmeda, evoco y hago canto.
Como un vaso albergaste la infinita ternura,

y el infinito olvido te trizó como a un vaso.
Era la negra, negra soledad de las islas,

y allí, mujer de amor, me acogieron tus brazos.
Era la sed y el hambre, y tú fuiste la fruta.

Era el duelo y las ruinas, y tú fuiste el milagro.
Ah mujer, no sé cómo pudiste contenerme

en la tierra de tu alma, y en la cruz de tus brazos!
Mi deseo de ti fue el más terrible y corto,

el más revuelto y ebrio, el más tirante y ávido.
Cementerio de besos, aún hay fuego en tus tumbas,

aún los racimos arden picoteados de pájaros.
Oh la boca mordida, oh los besados miembros,

oh los hambrientos dientes, oh los cuerpos trenzados.
Oh la cópula loca de esperanza y esfuerzo

en que nos anudamos y nos desesperamos.
Y la ternura, leve como el agua y la harina.

Y la palabra apenas comenzada en los labios.
Ése fue mi destino y en él viajó mi anhelo,

y en él cayó mi anhelo, todo en ti fue naufragio!
Oh sentina de escombros, en ti todo caía,

qué dolor no exprimiste, qué olas no te ahogaron.
De tumbo en tumbo aún llameaste y cantaste

de pie como un marino en la proa de un barco.
Aún floreciste en cantos, aún rompiste en corrientes.

Oh sentina de escombros, pozo abierto y amargo.
Pálido buzo ciego, desventurado hondero,

descubridor perdido, todo en ti fue naufragio!
Es la hora de partir, la dura y fría hora

que la noche sujeta a todo horario.
El cinturón ruidoso del mar ciñe la costa.

Surgen frías estrellas, emigran negros pájaros.
Abandonado como los muelles en el alba.

Sólo la sombra trémula se retuerce en mis manos.
Ah más allá de todo. Ah más allá de todo.
Es la hora de partir. Oh abandonado !


Pablo Neruda

The The - Uncertain Smile

Peeling the skin back from my eyes, I felt suprised
that the time on the clock was the time I usually retired
to the place where I cleared my head of you;
but just for today, i think I'll lie here and dream of you.

I've got you under my skin where the rain can't get in,
but if the sweat pours out, just shout I'll try to swim and pull you out.

A howling wind blows the litter as the rain flows,
As street lamps pour orange colored shapes through your window,
a broken soul stares from a pair of watering eyes,
uncertain emotions force an uncertain smile...

I've got you under my skin where the rain can't get in,
but if the sweat pours out, just shout I'll try to swim and pull you out.

sábado, 14 de abril de 2007

Every Breath You Take - The Police

Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
Ill be watching you

Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
Ill be watching you

Oh, cant you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
Ill be watching you

Since youve gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but its you I cant replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby, please...

Oh, cant you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every breath you take

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
Ill be watching you

Every move you make
Every step you take
Ill be watching you

Ill be watching you
Ill be watching you
Ill be watching you
Ill be watching you...

Nuvens Correndo Num Rio


Nuvens correndo num rio
Quem sabe onde vão parar?
Fantasma do meu navio
Não corras, vai devagar!
Vais por caminhos de bruma
Que são caminhos de olvido.
Não queiras, ó meu navio,
Ser um navio perdido.

Sonhos içados ao vento
Querem estrelas varejar!
Velas do meu pensamento
Aonde me quereis levar?

Não corras, ó meu navio
Navega mais devagar,
Que nuvens correndo em rio,
Quem sabe onde vão parar?

Que este destino em que venho
É uma troça tão triste;
Um navio que não tenho
Num rio que não existe.

Natália Correia





The Arcade Fire - Rebellion (Lies)

Sleeping is giving in,
no matter what the time is.
Sleeping is giving in,
so lift those heavy eyelids.

People say that you'll die
faster than without water.
But we know it's just a lie,
scare your son, scare your daughter.

People say that your dreams
are the only things that save ya.
Come on baby in our dreams,
we can live our misbehavior.

Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Every time you close your eyes
Every time you close your eyes
Every time you close your eyes

People try and hide the night
underneath the covers.
People try and hide the light
underneath the covers.

Come on hide your lovers
underneath the covers,
come on hide your lovers
underneath the covers.

Hidin' from your brothers
underneath the covers,
come on hide your lovers
underneath the covers.

People say that you'll die
faster than without water,
but we know it's just a lie,
scare your son, scare your daughter,
Scare your son, scare your daughter.
Scare your son, scare your daughter.

Now here's the sun, it's alright!
(Lies, lies!)
Now here's the moon, it's alright!
(Lies, lies!)
Now here's the sun, it's alright!
(Lies, lies!)
Now here's the moon it's alright
(Lies, lies!)

Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!

Every time you close your eyes

Every time you close your eyes

Everytime You Close Your Eyes :))


Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Maps

Pack up
I'm straight
Enough
Oh, say say say
Oh, say say say
Oh, say say say
Oh, say say say
Oh, say say say

Wait, they don't love you like i love you
Wait, they don't love you like i love you
Ma-a-a-a-ps, wait!
They don't love you like i love you...

Made off
Don't stray
My kind's your kind
I'll stay the same

Pack up
Don't stray
Oh, say say say
Oh, say say say

Wait! they don't love you like i love you
Wait! they don't love you like i love you
Ma-a-a-aps, wait!
They don't love you like i love you...
Wait! they don't love you like i love you
Ma-a-a-aps, wait!
They don't love you like i love you...

Wait, they don't love you like i love you
Wait, they don't love you like i love you
Ma-a-a-a-ps, wait!
They don't love you like i love you...
Wait, they don't love you like i love you
Ma-a-a-a-ps, wait!
They don't love you like i love you...

sexta-feira, 13 de abril de 2007

Tentei Fugir Da Mancha Mais Escura


Tentei fugir da mancha mais escura
que existe no teu corpo, e desisti.
Era pior que a morte o que antevi:
era a dor de ficar sem sepultura.
Bebi entre os teus flancos a loucura
de não poder viver longe de ti:
és a sombra da casa onde nasci,
és a noite que à noite me procura.
Só por dentro de ti há corredores
e em quartos interiores o cheiro a fruta
que veste de frescura a escuridão...
Só por dentro de ti rebentam flores.
Só por dentro de ti a noite escuta
o que me sai, sem voz, do coração.

David Mourão-Ferreira

The Francesca Johnson Effect


R. KINCAID: Sorry to bother you, but I've got a feeling I'm lost.
Francesca remains guarded.
FRANCESCA: Are you supposed to be in Iowa?
R. KINCAID (laughs): Yeah.
FRANCESCA: Well, you're not that lost.


"The Bridges of Madison County" (1995) Director:Clint Eastwood
Writers: Robert James Waller (novel) Richard LaGravenese (screenplay)

A Perfect Circle - 3 Libras


threw you the obvious and you flew
with it on your back, a name in your recollection,
thrown down among a million same.
difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed
and passed over
when i've looked right through
to see you naked and oblivious
and
you don't see me.but i threw you the obvious
just to see if there's more behind the eyes
of a fallen angel,
the eyes of a tragedy.
here i am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded.
but i see through it all
and see you.
so i threw you the obvious
to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel,
eyes of a tragedy.
oh well. apparently nothing.
you don't see me.
you don't see me at all.

quinta-feira, 12 de abril de 2007

Rise


"Eu me construo e ergo, peça a peça
de saudade, vagar e reflexão."


Vitorino Nemésio

Public Image Ltd - "Rise"

I could be wrong I could be right
I could be wrong I could be right
I could be wrong I could be right
I could be black I could be white
I could be black I could be white
I could be white I could be black
Your time has come your second skin
The cost so high the gain so low
Walk through the valley
The written word is a lie

May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you

I could be wrong I could be right
I could be wrong I could be right
I could be black I could be white
I could be right I could be wrong
I could be black I could be white

They put a hot wire to my head
Cos of the things I did and said
And made these feelings go away
Model citizen in every way

Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy

I could be wrong I could be right
I could be wrong I could be right
I could be wrong I could be right
I could be black I could be white
I could be right I could be wrong
I could be black I could be white

Your time has come your second skin
Cost so high the gain so low
Walk through the valley
The written word is a lie

I could be wrong I could be right
Could be wrong -
They put a hot wire to my head
Cos of the things I did and said
A model citizen in every way
Your time has come your second skin
Cost so high the gain so low

Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy

I could be wrong I could be right
I could be wrong I could be right
I could be wrong I could be right
I could be black I could be white
I could be right I could be wrong
I could be black I could be white

Your time has come your second skin
Cost so high the gain so low
Walk through the valley
The written word is a lie

I could be wrong I could be right
Could be wrong -
The put a hot wire to my head
Cos of the things I did and said
A model citizen in every way
Your time has come your second skin
Cost so high the gain so low

Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy

quarta-feira, 11 de abril de 2007

Rising


I rise from under the ruins
Climb my pride
And reach to the surface . . .
The zenith of pain
From memory I build up a fortress
. . . and from monotony.
I wrap myself in expectations from above
Before I resume . . .
My falling.

Fatiha Morchid, 2002 ( tradução de Norddine Zouitni)




Solaris - Tool - "Schism"

I know the pieces fit ´cause I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing.
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication.

Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any
Sense of compassion
Between supposed lovers/brothers

terça-feira, 10 de abril de 2007

Never Enough - The Cure

However much I push it down
It's never enough
However much I push it around
It's never enough
However much I make it out
It's never enough
Never enough
However much I do

However big I ever feel
It's never enough
Whatever I do to make it real
It's never enough
In any way I try to speak
It's never enough
Never enough
However much I try to speak
It's never enough

However much I'm falling down
It's never enough
However much I'm falling out
It's never enough
Whatever smile I smile the most
It's never enough
Never enough
However I smile
I smile the most

So let me hold it up
Just one more go
Holding it up for just once more
One more time to fill it up
One more time to kill
But whatever I do
It's never enough
It's never enough

It's never enough

Deserto do Mundo

Para atravessar contigo o deserto do mundo
Para enfrentarmos juntos o terror da morte
Para ver a verdade para perder o medo
Ao lado dos teus passos caminhei
Por ti deixei meu reino meu segredo
Minha rápida noite meu silêncio
Minha pérola redonda e seu oriente
Meu espelho minha vida minha imagem
E abandonei os jardins do paraíso
Cá fora à luz sem véu do dia duro
Sem os espelhos vi que estava nua
E ao descampado se chamava tempo
Por isso com teus gestos me vestiste
E aprendi a viver em pleno vento

Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen - Livro Sexto (1962)