sábado, 30 de junho de 2007


Jimmy Cliff - I Can See Clearly Now

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)
Sun shiny day

I think I can make it now, the pain is gone
All of the bad feelings have disappeared
Here is the rainbow I've been prayin' for
It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)
Sun shiny day

Look all around, there's nothin' but blue skies
Look straight ahead, nothin' but blue skies

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)
Sun shiny day

A Beleza do Canto Dos Pássaros


"Glen Runciter is dead. Or is everybody else?"
*

Abre Los Ojos

Vagamente baseado em "Ubik", de Philip K. Dick - ou talvez não.. - e realizado por Alejandro Amenábar, originou uma sequela comercialmente mais conhecida, "Vanilla Sky", produzida e protagonizada por Tom Cruise, que adquirira os correspondentes direitos...

Cruise viria a produzir igualmente "The Others", dirigido também por Amenábar... e protagonizado por Nicole Kidman

Guano Apes - Open Your Eyes

Hide your face forever
Dream and search forever

Have you ever been for sale ?
When your isms get smart
Oh so selfish and mindless
With that comment in your eye
Do you think that you are hard ?
Really harder than the other
Man you´re acting cold
If you are not in charge
Don´t split your mentality
Without thinking twice
Your voice has got no reason
Now is the time to face your lies
Open your eyes, open your mind
Proud like a God don´t pretend to be blind
Trapped in yourself, break out instead
Beat the machine that works in your head
Will you offer me some tricks
If I ever need them
Would you go into that room
If I call ´em

Do you think that you are better
Really better than the rest
Realize there´s a problem
I know that you can give your best

Have you ever had a dream?
Or is life just a trip?

A trip without chances
A chance to grow up quick

Open your eyes, open your mind ...
Hide your face forever
Dream and search forever
Night and night you feel nothing
Theres no way outside of my land
Open your eyes, open your mind ...

sexta-feira, 29 de junho de 2007

30 Seconds To Mars - A Beautiful Lie

Lie awake in bed at night
And think about your life
Do you want to be different?
Try to let go of the truth
The battles of your youth
Cuz this is just a game

It's a beautiful lie
It's the perfect denial
Such a beautiful lie to believe in
So beautiful, beautiful it makes me

It's time to forget about the past
To wash away what happened last
Hide behind an empty face
Don't ask too much, just say
That this is just a game

Everyone's looking at me
I'm running around in circles, baby
A quiet desperation's building higher
I've got to remember this is just a game

So beautiful, beautiful...

The Monty Python Effect

Gordon Brown, PM (Prime Minister)



Terry Jones, MP (Monty Python)


quinta-feira, 28 de junho de 2007

Penélope


Mais do que 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 melhores dias
do nosso amor.


David Mourão-Ferreira

DJ Tiësto - Beautiful Things

Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.

No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, what now can never be.

I forgot that I might see,
So many beautiful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.

Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possibility.
Get me up, wake me up, dreams are filling
this trace of blame.
Frozen still I thought I could stop,
now who's gonna wait.

No one's calling for me at the door.
and unpredictable won't bother anymore.
and silently gets harder to ignore.
look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
what's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
just let it go, what now can never be.

Now what do I do?
can I change my mind?
did I think things through?

It was once my life - it was my life at one time.

quarta-feira, 27 de junho de 2007

Sim



"Sim, sei bem
Que nunca serei alguém
Sei de sobra
Que nunca terei uma obra
Sei, enfim,
Que nunca saberei de mim.
Sim, mas agora,
Enquanto dura esta hora,
Este luar, estes ramos,
Esta paz em que estamos,
Deixem-me crer
O que nunca poderei ser."
Ricardo Reis

Suede - Beautiful Ones

High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
Shaking their bits to the hits,
Drag acts, drug acts, suicides, in your dads suits you hide
Staining his name again,
Cracked up, stacked up, 22, psycho for sex and glue
Lost it to bostik, yeah,
Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill, got too much time to kill
Get into bands and gangs,
Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
Loved up, doved up, hung around, stoned in a lonely town
Shaking their meat to the beat,
High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
Shaking their bits to the hits,
Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones.
You dont think about it,
You dont do without it,
Because you´re beautiful,
And if your baby´s going crazy
Thats how you made me,

La, la, la, la...

Facts Of Life

*
"Boys will be boys, and so will a lot of middle-aged men."
*
Kin Hubbard

terça-feira, 26 de junho de 2007

Coldplay - Beautiful World

Bones are sinking like stones
All that we fall for
Homes places we've grown
All of us are done for

And we live in a beautiful world (yeah we do yeah we do)
We live in a beautiful world

Bones sinking like stones
All that we've fall for
homes places we've grown
All of us are done for

And we live in a beautiful world (yeah we do yeah we do)
We live in a beautiful world X2

Oh all that I know is nothing to run from
Cause yeah everybody here got's somebody to lean on

segunda-feira, 25 de junho de 2007

Coração

"Em cada coração há uma
janela para outros corações.
Eles não estão separados,
como dois corpos.

Mas, assim como duas lâmpadas
que não estão juntas,
Sua luz se une num só feixe."


Jalaluddin Rumi

O Futuro É Já Hoje...


Olhai e pasmai todos:

Obrigado Ana Franco!!

U2 - Beautiful day

The heart is a bloom
Shoots up through the stony ground
There's no room
No space to rent in this town
You're out of luck
And the reason that you had to care
The traffic is stuck
And you're not moving anywhere
You thought you'd found a friend
To take you out of this place
Someone you could lend a hand
In return for grace
It's a beautiful day
Sky falls, you feel like
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
You're on the road
But you've got no destination
You're in the mud
In the maze of her imagination
You love this town
Even if that doesn't ring true
You've been all over
And it's been all over you
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
It's a beautiful day
Touch me
Take me to that other place
Teach me
I know I'm not a hopeless case
See the world in green and blue
See China right in front of you
See the canyons broken by cloud
See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out
See the Bedouin fires at night
See the oil fields at first light
And see the bird with a leaf in her mouth
After the flood all the colors came out
It was a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
Beautiful day
Touch me
Take me to that other place
Reach me
I know I'm not a hopeless case
What you don't have you don't need it now
What you don't know you can feel it somehow
What you don't have you don't need it now
Don't need it now
Was a beautiful day

domingo, 24 de junho de 2007

Dónde está la veritat?


I Believe - EMF

I believe
I believe sometimes I touch
I believe, love
I deserve
I deserve, much more than this
I deserve love
This is hopeless now
As the minute stall
Sometimes I don't mind at all
Particularly the times with you
I believe
I believe sometimes I touch
I believe, love
This is hopeless now
As the minute stall
Sometimes I don't mind at all
Particularly the times with...
(love...)
I believe
I believe sometimes I touch you
I believe, love
This is hopeless now
As the minute stall
Sometimes I don't mind at all
Particularly the times with you
Particularly the times with you
Particularly the times with... love
love, love
It's long time, it's long time!
(love...)
O.K. that's fine as long as you believe
The only things moving don't mean a thing
Can you believe it, it's getting blue
Straight through, line for line, trash
Believe
Don't touch this
Believe
Don't touch this
Believe
(I believe... believe...)



Poema 55, Quinta Poesía Vertical

Un amor más allá del amor,
Por encima del rito del vínculo,
Más allá del juego siniestro
De la soledad y la compañía.
Un amor que no necesite regreso,
Pero tampoco partida.
Un amor no sometido
A los fogonazos de ir y de volver,
De estar despiertos o dormidos,
De llamar o callar.
Un amor para estar juntos
O para no estarlo
Pero también para todas las posiciones
Intermedias.
Un amor como abrir los ojos.
Y quizá también como cerrarlos.

Roberto Juarroz

Smile


Smiling is infectious; you catch it like the flu,
When someone smiled at me today, I started smiling too.
I passed around the corner and someone saw my grin
When he smiled I realized I'd passed it on to him.
I thought about that smile then I realized its worth,
A single smile, just like mine could travel round the earth.
So, if you feel a smile begin, don't leave it undetected
Let's start an epidemic quick, and get the world infected!

OK Go - Here It Goes Again

It could be ten,
but then again,
I can't remember half an hour
since a quarter to four.
Throw on your clothes,
the second side of Surfer Rosa,
and you leave me with my jaw on the floor.
Just when you think you're in control,
just when you think you've got a hold,
just when you get on a roll,
here it goes,
here it goes,
here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
I should have know,
should have know,
should have know again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
It starts out easy,
something simple,
something sleazy,
something inching
past the edge of the reserve.
Now through lines of the cheap venetian blinds
your car is pulling off of the curb.
Just when you think you're in control,
just when you think you've got a hold,
just when you get on a roll,
here it goes,
here it goes,
here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
I should have known,
should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
I guess there's got to be a break in the monotony,
but Jesus, when it rains how it pours.
Throw on your clothes,
the second side of Surfer Rosa,
and you leave me,
yeah, you leave me.
Oh, here it goes,
here it goes,
here it goes again.
Oh here it goes again.
I should have known,
should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.

sábado, 23 de junho de 2007

Happiness



I asked professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me what is happiness.
And I went to famous executives who boss the work of thousands of men.
They all shook their heads and gave me a smile as though I was trying to fool with them.

And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along the Desplaines river
And I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with their women and children and a keg of beer and an accordion.

Carl Sandburg

Placebo - Special Needs

Remember me when you're the one who's silver screened
Remember me when you're the one you always dreamed
Remember me when whenever noses start to bleed
Remember me special needs
Just 19 and sucker's dream
I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene
With six months off for bad behavior
Remember me when you clinch your movie deal
Think of me stuck in my chair that has four wheels
Remember me through flash photography and screams
Remember me special dreams
Just 19 this sucker's dream
I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene
With six months off for bad behavior
Just 19 and sucker's dream
I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene
With six months off for bad behavior
Remember me...
Just 19 this sucker's dream
I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene
With six months off for bad behavior
Just 19 and sucker's dream
I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene
With six months off for bad behavior

Remember me...

Thanks for the tip, Miss Scorpia! ;)

sexta-feira, 22 de junho de 2007

O Efeito Placebo





"Efeito placebo" é o efeito mensurável ou observável sobre uma pessoa ou grupo, ao qual tenha sido dado um tratamento placebo.
Um placebo é uma substância inerte, cirurgia ou terapia "de mentira", usada como controle em uma experiência, ou dada a um paciente pelo seu possível ou provável efeito benéfico. O porquê de uma substância inerte, uma assim chamada "pílula de açúcar," ou falsa cirurgia ou terapia fazerem efeito, não está completamente esclarecido.



Ordinary K


Placebo - Special K

Coming up beyond belief
On this coronary thief
More than just a leitmotif
More chaotic, no relief
I'll describe the way I feel
Weeping wounds that never heal
Can the savior be for real
Or are you just my seventh seal?
No hesitation, no delay
You come on just like special K
Just like I swallowed half my stash
I never ever want to crash
No hesitation, no delay
You come on just like special K
Now you're back with dope demand
I'm on sinking sand
Gravity
No escaping gravity
Gravity
No escaping... not for free
I fall down... hit the ground
Make a heavy sound
Every time you seem to come around
I'll describe the way I feel
You're my new Achilles heel
Can this savior be for real
Or are you just my seventh seal?
No hesitation, no delay
You come on just like special K
Just like I swallowed half my stash
I never ever want to crash
No hesitation, no delay
You come on just like special K
Now you're back with dope demand
I'm on sinking sand
Gravity
No escaping gravity
Gravity
No escaping... not for free
I fall down... hit the ground
Make a heavy sound
Every time you seem to come around
No escaping gravity
No escaping gravity
No escaping gravity
No escaping gravity
Gravity [x4]

quinta-feira, 21 de junho de 2007

Vorgefühl - Premonition


Ich bin wie eine Fahne von Fernen umgeben.
Ich ahne die Winde, die kommen, und muß sie Leben,
während die Dingen unten sich noch nicht rühren:
Die Türen schliessen noch snaft, und in den Kaminen is Stille;
die Fenster zittern noch nicht, und der Staub ist noch schwer.

Da weiss ich die Stürme schon und bin erregt wie das Meer.
Und breite mich aus und falle in mich hinein
und werfe mich ab und bin ganz allein
in dem großen Sturm.

*

I am like a flag surrounded by vast, open space.
I sense the coming winds and must live through them,
while all other things among themselves do not yet move:
The doors close quietly, and in the chimneys is silence;
The windows do not yet tremble, and the dust is still heavy and dark.

I already know the storms, and I'm as restless as the sea.
I roll out in waves and fall back upon myself,
and throw myself off into the air and am completely alone
in the immense storm.
*
Rainer Maria Rilke

... or do I?

....a Box I Choose


No other box I choose to use...

Placebo - Every You And Every Me

Sucker love is heaven sent
You pucker up, our passions spent
My heart´s a tart, your body´s rent
My body´s broken, yours is spent
Carve your name into my arm
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed
Cuz there´s nothing else to do,
Every me and every you
Sucker love, a box I choose
No other box I choose to use
Another love I would abuse,
No circumstances could excuse
In the shape of things to come
Too much poison come undone
Cuz there´s nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every me...he
Sucker love is known to swing.
Prone to cling and waste these things.
Pucker up for heavens sake
Theres never been so much at stake.
I serve my head up on a plate
Its only comfort, calling late
Cuz theres nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every me...he
Every me and every you,
Every me...he
Like the naked leads the blind
I know I´m selfish, I´m unkind.
Sucker love I always find,
Someone to bruise and leave behind.
All alone in space and time,
There´s nothing here but what here`s mine.
Something borrowed, something blue.
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every me...he
Every me and every you,
Every me...he

quarta-feira, 20 de junho de 2007

Tiglath-Pileser III


"Nos dias de Peca, Rei de Israel, veio Tiglath-Pileser, Rei da Assíria e tomou Ijom, Abel-Beth-Maacá, Janoa, Quedes, Hazor, Gilead e Galiléia, toda a terra de Naftali; e levou cativos os habitantes para a Assiria."


II Reis, 15:29

To The Rose Upon The Rood Of Time


Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!

Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:

Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide;

The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed,

Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold;

And thine own sadness, where of stars, grown old

In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,

Sing in their high and lonely melody.

Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate,

I find under the boughs of love and hate,

In all poor foolish things that live a day,

Eternal beauty wandering on her way.


Come near, come near, come near - Ah, leave me still

A little space for the rose-breath to fill!

Lest I no more bear common things that crave;

The weak worm hiding down in its small cave,

The field-mouse running by me in the grass,

And heavy mortal hopes that toil and pass;

But seek alone to hear the strange things said

By God to the bright hearts of those long dead,

And learn to chaunt a tongue men do not know.

Come near; I would, before my time to go,

Sing of old Eire and the ancient ways:

Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.

William Butler Yeats

It´s a race...


"The trouble with the rat race is that even if you win, you're still a rat."

Lily Tomlin

Placebo - Slave To The Wage

Run away from all your boredom
Run away from all your whoredom and wave
Your worries, and cares, goodbye
All it takes is one decision
A lot of guts, a little vision to wave
Your worries, and cares goodbye
It's a maze for rats to try
It's a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
It's a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
Sick and tired of Maggie's farm
She's a bitch, with broken arms to wave
Your worries, and cares, goodbye
It's a maze for rats to try
It's a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
It's a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
Burn away
Run away

terça-feira, 19 de junho de 2007

U2 - All I Want Is You

You say you want
Diamonds on a ring of gold
You say you want
Your story to remain untold
But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you
You say you`ll give me
A highway with no one on it
Treasure just to look upon it
All the riches in the night
You say you`ll give me
Eyes in a moon of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbour in the tempest
But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you
You say you want
Your love to work out right
To last with me through the night
You say you want
Diamonds on a ring of gold
Your story to remain untold
Your love not to grow cold
All the promises we break
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you
You...all I want is...
You...all I want is...
You...all I want is...
You...

Rose






I know where the deep blue violets bloom

Down the dewy glade and grassy dell,

And where pink roses waft perfume,

On the summer breeze I know full well.

*

And I know where a rarer blossom blooms,

A Rose, more fair than fairest flowers,

Her breath more sweet than floral fumes___

Her face more fair than floral bowers.

Colfax Burgoyne Harman

Placebo - Taste In Men

Come back to me awhile
Change your style again
Come back to me awhile
Change your taste in men
It's been this way since Christmas Day
Dazzled, doused in gin
Change your taste in men
Come back to me awhile
Change your style again
Come back to me awhile
Change your taste in men
I'm killing time on Valentine's
Waiting for the day to end
Change your taste in men
Come back to me awhile
Change your style again
Come back to me awhile
Change your taste in men
It's been this way since Christmas Day
Dazzled, doused in gin
Change your taste in men

segunda-feira, 18 de junho de 2007

Hope


Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune-without the words,

And never stops at all,


And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.


*


Emily Dickinson






Placebo - Brick Shithouse Live - Brixton

Meet The Brick Shithouse
This Is The Brick Shithouse
Meet The Brick Shithouse...
Don't you wish you'd never met her ? (x3)
Lay him down, lie on
Lay him... down
Now your lover went and put me in the ground,
I'll be watching, when he's around.
Now your lover went and put me in the ground,
I'll be watching...
Meet the Brick Shithouse,
Kiss the Brick Shithouse,
Meet the Brick Shithouse,
Kiss.
Lay him down, lie on
Lay him... down
Now your lover went and put me in the ground,
I'll be watching, when he's around.
Now your lover went and put me in the ground,
I'll be watching...when he's around
When you cum you never make a single sound,
I'll be watching, when he's around,
When he's around, when he's around,
He's around.
Don't you wish you'd never met her ? (x3)
Lay him down, lie on
Lay him... down
Now your lover went and put me in the ground,
I'll be watching, when he's around.
Now your lover went and put me in the ground,
I'll be watching...when he's around
When you cum you never make a single sound,
I'll be watching, when he's around,
When he's around, when he's around,
He's around.
Don't you wish you'd never met her ? (x3)

domingo, 17 de junho de 2007

Adeus


Já gastámos as palavras pela rua, meu amor,
e o que nos ficou não chega
para afastar o frio de quatro paredes.
Gastámos tudo menos o silêncio.
Gastámos os olhos com o sal das lágrimas,
gastámos as mãos à força de as apertarmos,
gastámos o relógio e as pedras das esquinas
em esperas inúteis.

Meto as mãos nas algibeiras e não encontro nada.
Antigamente tínhamos tanto para dar um ao outro;
era como se todas as coisas fossem minhas:
quanto mais te dava mais tinha para te dar.
Às vezes tu dizias: os teus olhos são peixes verdes.
E eu acreditava.
Acreditava,
porque ao teu lado
todas as coisas eram possíveis.

Mas isso era no tempo dos segredos,
era no tempo em que o teu corpo era um aquário,
era no tempo em que os meus olhos
eram realmente peixes verdes.
Hoje são apenas os meus olhos.
É pouco mas é verdade,
uns olhos como todos os outros.

Já gastámos as palavras.
Quando agora digo: meu amor,
já não se passa absolutamente nada.
E no entanto, antes das palavras gastas,
tenho a certeza
de que todas as coisas estremeciam
só de murmurar o teu nome
no silêncio do meu coração.

Não temos já nada para dar.
Dentro de ti
não há nada que me peça água.
O passado é inútil como um trapo.
E já te disse: as palavras estão gastas.

Adeus.

Eugénio de Andrade

50 Ways


Placebo - Song To Say Goodbye

You are one of God's mistakes.
You crying, tragic waste of skin.
I'm well aware of how it aches.
And you still won't let me in.
Now I'm breaking down your door,
to try and save your swollen face.
No, I don't like you anymore
you lying, trying waste of space.
My oh my.
A song to say goodbye,
A song to say goodbye,
A song to say
Before our innocence was lost
you were always one of those
blessed with lucky 7s,
and the voice that made me cry.
My oh my.
You were mother nature's son.
Someone to whom I could relate.
Your needle and your damage done,
remains a sordid twist of fate,
now I'm trying to wake you up,
to pull you from the liquid sky.
Cause if I don't we'll both end up
with just your song to say goodbye.
My oh my.
A song to say goodbye, a song to say goodbye
A song to say
Before our innocence was lost
you were always one of those
blessed with lucky 7's,
and a voice that made me cry.
It's a song to say goodbye.
It's a song to say goodbye.
It's a song to say goodbye.
It's a song to say goodbye.
It's a song to say goodbye.
It's a song to say goodbye.
It's a song to say goodbye.
It's a song to say goodbye.

sábado, 16 de junho de 2007

Montsegur



"Al cap des sept cent ans verdegeo el laurel"

Lo Crit D'Aquel Aucèl...

Lo crit d'aquel aucèl fiala son arabèsca
que s'enrona al rodet fosforejant de l'aiga.
Que venga a se desrompre un arbre se revèla
bufant entre sos dets l'alen de las colors.
Un arbre que s'avugla a trucas d'aparéisser
e de se susvolar dins lo temps de paciéncia
sens regard per fugir amb lo cors de las causas
ont son còr adejà desavançant deman
se pren dins mai de sòm que ne cal per dormir...
Arma continuosa que lo freg divin
lo sentes destrencar de tu l'amor passida
- Com l'abís a jamai que se fotografia
del pus prigond de son estela d'origina -
Respira tendrament dins la foscor profana
l'ombra d'aquela mòrt ont Dieus fa lo maitin...
***
Le cri de cet oiseau file son arabesque
qui s'enroule au rouet phosphorescent des eaux.
Qu'il vienne à s'interrompre : un arbre se révèle
soufflant entre ses doigts l'haleine des couleurs.
Un arbre qui s'aveugle à force d'apparaître
et de se survoler dans le temps de patience
sans regards pour s'enfuir dans le décours des choses
où son coeur est déjà - comme il sera demain -
pris dans plus de sommeil qu'il n'en faut pour dormir...
Âme continuée qui sens le froid divin
retrancher de l'Amour chaque instant qui le fane
- Comme un gouffre à jamais qui se photographie
du plus profond de son étoile originelle -
Respire tendrement avec la nuit profane
cette ombre de la Mort où Dieu fait le matin.
*
René Nelli -"La serp de folhum"(Le serpent de feuilles)em"Obra poëtica occitana" (Institut d'études occitanes, 1981)

sexta-feira, 15 de junho de 2007

The Diamond Ring Effect

A dazzling burst of light that happens a few seconds before and after totality during a solar eclipse. The effect is caused by the last bit of sunlight shining through valleys on the edge of the Moon.

http://www.daviddarling.info/encyclopedia/D/diamond_ring_effect.html

Mourning in Andalusia


If white is the colour
of mourning in Andalusia,
it is a proper custom.

Look at me,I dress myself in the white
of white hair
in mourning for youth.


Abu l-Hasan al-Husri (d. 1095)

Adhan - Chamamento para a Oração



"Allahu Akbar. Allahu Akbar. Allahu Akbar. Allahu Akbar. Ash-hadu an la ilaha ill-Allah. Ash-hadu an la ilaha ill-Allah. Ash-hadu anna Muhammad-ar-Rasoolullah. Ash-hadu anna Muhammad-ar-Rasoolullah. Hayya 'alas-Salah. Hayya 'alas-Salah. Hayya 'alal-falah. Hayya 'alal-falah. Allahu Akbar. Allahu Akbar. La ilaha ill-Allah."




*




"Allah is Most Great. Allah is Most Great. Allah is Most Great. Allah is Most Great. I bear witness that there is none worthy of being worshipped except Allah. I bear witness that there is none worthy of being worshipped except Allah. I bear witness that Muhammad is the Apostle of Allah. I bear witness that Muhammad is the Apostle of Allah. Come to prayer. Come to prayer. Come to Success. Come to Success. Allah is Most Great. Allah is Most Great. There is none worthy of being worshipped except Allah."




quinta-feira, 14 de junho de 2007

... e dei às romãs a cor do lume...

Foi para ti que criei as rosas

foi para ti que lhes dei perfume

Para ti rasguei ribeiros

e dei às romãs a cor do lume.


Foi para ti que pus no céu a Lua

e o verde mais verde nos pinhais

Foi para ti que deitei no chão

um corpo aberto como os animais.

quarta-feira, 13 de junho de 2007

Ustad Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan Sahib

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qawwali

Oh, The Places You'll Go!


Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You're on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go.

You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care.
About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there."
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street.

And you may not find any
you'll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you'll head straight out of town.

It's opener there
in the wide open air.

Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.

And when things start to happen,
don't worry. Don't stew.
Just go right along.
You'll start happening too.

OH!
THE PLACES YOU'LL GO!

You'll be on your way up!
You'll be seeing great sights!
You'll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.

You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed.
You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you'll be the best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don' t
Because, sometimes, you won't.

I'm sorry to say so
but, sadly, it's true
and Hang-ups
can happen to you.

You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You'll be left in a Lurch.

You'll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you'll be in a Slump.

And when you're in a Slump,
you're not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked.
A place you could sprain both you elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?

And IF you go in, should you turn left or right...
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place...

...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

NO!
That's not for you!

Somehow you'll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You'll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.

With banner flip-flapping,
once more you'll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you're that kind of a guy!

Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. there are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You'll be famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

Except when they don't.
Because, sometimes, they won't.

I'm afraid that some times
you'll play lonely games too.
Games you can't win
'cause you'll play against you.

All Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you'll be quite a lot.

And when you're alone, there's a very good chance
you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won't want to go on.

But on you will go
though the weather be foul
On you will go
though your enemies prowl
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.

On and on you will hike
and I know you'll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.

You'll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You'll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life's
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3 / 4 percent guaranteed.)

KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!

So...
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,
you're off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So...get on your way!

*

Dr. Seuss

terça-feira, 12 de junho de 2007

Whitest Boy Alive - Burning

So many people telling me one way
So many people telling me to stay
Never had time to have my mind made up
Caught in a motion that I don't wanna stop
That I don't wanna stop
That I don't wanna stop

domingo, 10 de junho de 2007

Return!

RETURN, return! all night my lamp is burning,
All night, like it, my wide eyes watch and burn;
Like it, I fade and pale, when day returning
Bears witness that the absent can return,
Return, return.

Like it, I lessen with a lengthening sadness,
Like it, I burn to waste and waste to burn,
Like it, I spend the golden oil of gladness
To feed the sorrowy signal for return,
Return, return.

Like it, like it, whene'er the east wind sings,
I bend and shake; like it, I quake and yearn,
When Hope's late butterflies, with whispering wings,
Fly in out of the dark, to fall and burn--
Burn in the watchfire of return,
Return, return.

Like it, the very flame whereby I pine
Consumes me to its nature. While I mourn
My soul becomes a better soul than mine,
And from its brightening beacon I discern
My starry love go forth from me, and shine
Across the seas a path for thy return,
Return, return.

Return, return! all night I see it burn,
All night it prays like me, and lifts a twin
Of palmed praying hands that meet and yearn--
Yearn to the impleaded skies for thy return.
Day, like a golden fetter, locks them in,
And wans the light that withers, tho' it burn
As warmly still for thy return;
Still thro' the splendid load uplifts the thin
Pale, paler, palest patience that can learn
Naught but that votive sign for thy return--
That single suppliant sign for thy return,
Return, return.

Return, return! lest haply, love, or e'er
Thou touch the lamp the light have ceased to burn,
And thou, who thro' the window didst discern
The wonted flame, shalt reach the topmost stair
To find no wide eyes watching there,
No wither'd welcome waiting thy return!
A passing ghost, a smoke-wreath in the air,
The flameless ashes, and the soulless urn,
Warm with the famish'd fire that lived to burn--
Burn out its lingering life for thy return,
Its last of lingering life for thy return,
Its last of lingering life to light thy late return,
Return, return.

101 Ways


Back


quarta-feira, 6 de junho de 2007

Ausgang



nicht nur im traum ist es mir oft begegnet daß
ich den ausgang durch die rechte tür nicht
fand in züge einstieg in der falschen richtung
da war ein bahnhof nur noch halb bekannt
das war ein schreck doch war ich unter glas u.
konnte mich von jenem fleck nicht rühren
weil ich im buch gerade eine stelle las begann
ich wallungen in meinem blut zu spüren ich
ging im wald umher u. fühlte warmes licht
u. ließ mich willenlos zu einem abhang führen
da kamen bilder doch sie schmerzten nicht
mehr so wie sonst denn unter toten wipfeln
blühte die wildnis auf mit farn u. fingerhut
u. ich ging wieder in den straßenschluchten
unüberschaubar weit in meinem blut in
seinen fensterlosen zimmerfluchten lief ich u.
rannte eine zeit im kreis bis etwas unter
meiner jacke bebte ich griff danach mit meiner
rechten hand u. hielt u. atmete hart an der
bahnsteigkante beugte mich vor u. sah das gleis

*

Norbert Hummelt




Danke für der traduktion

Should I Stay Or Should I Go?




Darling you gotta let me know Should I stay or should I go? If you say that you are mine I'll be here 'til the end of time So you got to let know Should I stay or should I go? Always tease tease tease Siempre - coqueteando y engañando You're happy when I'm on my knees Me arrodillo y estás feliz One day is fine, next is black Un día bien el otro negro So if you want me off your back Al rededor de tu espalda Well come on and let me know Me tienes que decir Should I stay or should I go?¿Me debo ir o quedarme? Should I stay or should I go now? Should I stay or should I go now?If I go there will be trouble An' if I stay it will be double So come on and let me know This indecision's bugging me La indecisión me molesta If you don't want me, set me free Si no me quieres, líbrame Exactly who'm I'm supposed to be Dígame quien debo ser Don't you know which clothes even fit me? ¿Sabes qué ropa me queda?Come on and let me know Me tienes que decir Should I cool it or should I blow?¿Me debo ir o quedarme? Should I stay or should I go now?¿Yo me frío o lo soplo?If I go there will be trouble Si me voy - va haver peligro And if I stay it will be double Si me quedo es doble So you gotta let me know Me tienes que decir Should I stay or should I go? ¿Yo me frío o lo soplo?


The Clash

The Clash - Should I Stay Or Should I Go

Untergang


Eingang - Entrance




Wer du auch seist: Am Abend tritt hinaus

aus deiner Stube, drin du alles weißt;

als letztes vor der Ferne liegt dein Haus:

Wer du auch seist.

Mit deinen Augen, welche müde kaum

von der verbrauchten Schwelle sich befrein,

hebst du ganz langsam einen schwarzen Baum

und stellst ihn vor den Himmel: schlank, allein.

Und hast die Welt gemacht. Und sie ist groß

und wie ein Wort, das noch im Schweigen reift.

Und wie dein Wille ihren Sinn begreift,

lassen sie deine Augen zärtlich los . . .


*


Whoever you are: step out in to the evening
out of your living room, where everything is so known;
your house stands as the last thing before great space:
Whoever you are.
With your eyes, which in their fatigue can just barely
free themselves from the worn-out thresholds,
very slowly, lift a single black tree
and place it against the sky, slender and alone.
With this you have made the world. And it is large
and like a word that is still ripening in silence.
And, just as your will grasps their meaning,
they in turn will let go, delicately, of your eyes . . .

terça-feira, 5 de junho de 2007

John Hoare & David Johnstone


Da Poesia Que Posso


Há uma certa maré nas coisas humanas
Espero pelo Verão como por outra vida
no Inverno é que o Verão existe verdadeiramente
É o dia em que segundo alguns jornais
John Hoare e David Johnstone iniciam
a travessia do Atlântico num barco a remos
É o dia das grandes travessias
o mar a vida isso que importa?
Dios qué bueno es el gozo por aquesta mañana
aqui na orla da praia mudo e contente do mar
Ao chegar aos cinquenta sessenta anos
Quando os fizer talvez pense niso
e não agora a tanto tempo de distância
Agora sou do cúmulo da tarde
desta tarde no início do Outono
ou do início desta tarde de Outono
Só depois é que pergunto que fazer de tudo isto
que torna o Cid meu contemporâneo
Dios qué bueno es el gozo por aquesta
mañana
de um dia em que me achei mais
pachorrento
Manhã ou tarde? Primavera ou Outono?
Não sei pouco me importa
Pouco me importa o quê? Não sei
( o resto vem no Pessoa )

Ruy Belo

The Doors - Waiting For The Sun

"This is the strangest life I`ve ever known..."

Waiting For The Summer


"Espero pelo Verão como por outra vida.."

segunda-feira, 4 de junho de 2007

Jacques Brel - Ne Me Quitte Pas

Ne me quitte pas
Il faut oublier
Tout peut s'oublier
Qui s'enfuit deja
Oublier le temps
Des malentendus
Et le temps perdu
A savoir comment
Oublier ces heures
Qui tuaient parfois
A coups de pourquoi
Le coeur du bonheur
Ne me quitte pas (4 fois)

Moi je t'offrirai
Des perles de pluie
Venues de pays
Où il ne pleut pas
Je creuserai la terre
Jusqu'apres ma mort
Pour couvrir ton corps
D'or et de lumière
Je ferai un domaine
Où l'amour sera roi
Où l'amour sera loi
Où tu seras reine
Ne me quitte pas (4 fois)

Ne me quitte pas
Je t'inventerai
Des mots insensés
Que tu comprendras
Je te parlerai
De ces amants là
Qui ont vu deux fois
Leurs coeurs s'embraser
Je te racont'rai
L'histoire de ce roi
Mort de n'avoir pas
Pu te rencontrer
Ne me quitte pas (4 fois)

On a vu souvent
Rejaillir le feu
De l'ancien volcan
Qu'on croyait trop vieux
Il est paraît-il
Des terres brûlées
Donnant plus de blé
Qu'un meilleur avril
Et quand vient le soir
Pour qu'un ciel flamboie
Le rouge et le noir
Ne s'épousent-ils pas
Ne me quitte pas (4 fois)

Ne me quitte pas
Je ne vais plus pleurer
Je ne vais plus parler
Je me cacherai là
À te regarder
Danser et sourire
Et à t'écouter
Chanter et puis rire
Laisse-moi devenir
L'ombre de ton ombre
L'ombre de ta main
L'ombre de ton chien
Ne me quitte pas (4 fois)

...e os joelhos do teu gato, e as bochechas do teu canário...


“-É das canções de amor mais desesperadas que já alguém escreveu: ‘Deixa-me ser (...) o ombro do teu cão’...
-Ele queria ser o ombro do cão dela porque queria era estar ao pé dela, não queria que ela o deixasse. E nessa fase da canção existe o desespero: nem que seja uma mosca à tua volta, o ombro do teu cão, qualquer coisa, mas que eu possa estar ao pé de ti.”

Pungente...
Merci, Dr. Goucha!

domingo, 3 de junho de 2007

Departe Sunt De Tine...


Departe sunt de tine şi singur lîngă foc,
Petrec în minte viaţa-mi lipsită de noroc.
Optzeci de ani îmi pare în lume c-am trăit,
Că sunt bătrîn ca iarna, că tu vei fi murit.
Aducerile-aminte pe suflet cad în picuri,
Redeşteptînd în faţă-mi trecutele nimicuri;
Cu degetele-i vîntul loveşte în fereşti,
Se toarce-n gîndu-mi firul duioaselor poveşti,
Ş-atuncea dinainte-mi prin ceaţă parcă treci,
Cu ochii mari în lacrimi, cu mîni subţiri şi reci;
Cu braţele-amîndouă de gîtul meu te-anini
Şi parc-ai vrea a-mi spune ceva... apoi suspini...
Eu strîng la piept averea-mi de-amor şi frumuseţi,
În sarutări unim noi sărmanele vieţi...
O! glasul amintirii rămîie pururi mut,
Să uit pe veci norocul ce-o clipă l-am avut,
Să uit cum dup-o clipă din braţele-mi te-ai smult...
Voi fi bătrîn şi singur, vei fi murit de mult!
*
Mihai Eminescu -1878
*
e declamado no original:

U2 - Fire

Falling falling
The sun is burning black
Falling falling
It's beating on my back
With a fire
With a fire
Falling falling
The moon is running red
Falling falling
It's pulling me instead
With a fire
Fire
But there's a fire inside
When I'm falling over
There's a fire in me
When I call out
I built a fire
I'm going home
Falling falling
The stars are falling down
Falling falling
They knock me to the ground
With a fire
Fire
But there's a fire inside
When I'm falling over
There's a fire in me
When I call out
There's a fire inside
When I'm falling over
I feel the fire
I'm going home

101 Ways


sábado, 2 de junho de 2007

Enheduanna



A autoria da mais antiga literatura escrita de que há conhecimento pertencerá a uma mulher, Enheduanna. Filha de Sargão o Grande, Imperador de Akkad, e Grande Sacerdotisa de Nanna, Deus da Lua, viveu em Ur, na Mesopotâmia, cerca do ano 2300 A.C.

Princesa, Poetisa e Sacerdotisa, Enheduanna passou a venerar a Deusa Inanna, Senhora do Céu e da Terra, acima de todos os Deuses do Panteão Sumério, tendo-lhe dedicado hinos que constituem a primeira descrição escrita de uma antiga Deusa.

Ao celebrarem a relação de Enheduanna com Inanna, tais hinos representam também o primeiro relato da consciência de um indivíduo da sua vida interior, e a primeira conceptualização de um Deus pessoal.

“The light was sweet for her,
delight was spread over her,
full of abundanct beauty was she.
As the light of the rising moon,
she too was clothered in enchantment.”