Um Dia

Um dia mortos gastos voltaremos
A viver livres como os animais
E mesmo tão cansados floriremos
Irmãos vivos do mar e dos pinhais

O vento levará os mil cansaços
Dos gestos agitados irreais
E há-de voltar aos nossos membros lassos
A leve rapidez dos animais

Só então poderemos caminhar
Através do mistério que se embala
No verde dos pinhais na voz do mar
E em nós germinará a sua fala

Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen

Grant Lee Buffalo - Lone Star Song

Lone Star

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lone_Star_(film)

Nuit et Jour Je Médite

Nuit et jour je médite et pense et veille,
Plains et soupire et puis m'apaise;
Quand mieux m'advient j'en retire peine,
Mais une bonne attente m'éveille
Dont mes chagrins s'apaisent,
Fol, pourquoi me dire que j'en retire du mal :
Car si noble amour me l'envoie
Que l'envoi seul m'est un gain.

Que ma Dame ne s'émerveille
Si je lui demande son amour et un baiser,
Contre la folie dont je parle
Ce sera gente merveille
Si elle m'accole et me baise,
Dieu puisse-t'on se récrier déjà
("Ah,tel vous voie et tel vous ai vu !")
Pour le bonheur que l'on voit en moi !

Noble amour, je me fais votre compagnon
Car ce n'est ni promesse ni sort
Mais ce qui plaît à votre grâce
(Dieu je le crois m'en gratifie)
Que si noble amour soit mon sort.
Ah ! Dame, par pitié vous prie
Qu'ayez pitié de votre ami
Qui vous demande grâce si doucement !

Bernart demande grâce a sa dame
Qui si doucement lui fait grâce

Et si je ne la vois d'ici peu
Je ne crois pas que je la verrai de longtemps.

Bernart de Ventadorn, Troubadour (début du XIIème siècle)

Frank Sinatra - Night and Day

Night Poem

There is nothing to be afraid of,
it is only the wind
changing to the east, it is only
your father the thunder
your mother the rain

In this country of water
with its beige moon damp as a mushroom,
its drowned stumps and long birds
that swim, where the moss grows
on all sides of the trees
and your shadow is not your shadow
but your reflection,

your true parents disappear
when the curtain covers your door.
We are the others,
the ones from under the lake
who stand silently beside your bed
with our heads of darkness.
We have come to cover you
with red wool,
with our tears and distant whipers.

You rock in the rain's arms
the chilly ark of your sleep,
while we wait, your night
father and mother
with our cold hands and dead flashlight,
knowing we are only
the wavering shadows thrown
by one candle, in this echo
you will hear twenty years later.

Margaret Atwood

Stone Temple Pilots - Seven Caged Tigers

Pass the time kickin' as time rips by
Neither goose nor the gander fly
Buy a minute spend an hour burnin', burnin'
Take a peak as the model earns it, earns it
Walk a mile as it keeps crawlin', crawlin'
Clean the politician, and wash it with everpure

So the answer gets harder, harder
And the truth's getting farther and farther
And the bottle keeps churnin' and churnin'
Seven caged tigers fly by, fly by

Wastin' time chasin' those cows that fly
Churnin' out all of that butterfly sugarboost
Track the blade as it moves downward, onward
Take a pill it'll kill the martyrs, martyrs
Passin' time rippin' as time kicks by
Pass the umbilical cord down for fly by
Take a sneak while the model she earns, it, earns it
Hike a mile as it keeps crawlin' crawlin'

Evening

The sky puts on the darkening blue coat
held for it by a row of ancient trees;
you watch: and the lands grow distant in your sight,
one journeying to heaven, one that falls;

and leave you, not at home in either one,
not quite so still and dark as the darkened houses,
not calling to eternity with the passion of what becomes
a star each night, and rises;

and leave you (inexpressibly to unravel)
your life, with its immensity and fear,
so that, now bounded, now immeasurable,
it is alternately stone in you and star.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Stone Temple Pilots - Plush

And I feel that times a wasted go
So where ya going to tomorrow?
And I see that these are lies to come
Would you even care?

And I feel it
And I feel it

Where ya going for tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?

And I feel, so much depends on the weather
So is it raining in your bedroom?
And I see, that these are the eyes of disarray
Would you even care?

And I feel it
And she feels it

Where ya going to tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?

When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it

Where ya going for tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?

When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
To find it
To find it
To find it

Afternoon

When I am old, and comforted,
And done with this desire,
With Memory to share my bed
And Peace to share my fire,

I'll comb my hair in scalloped bands
Beneath my laundered cap,
And watch my cool and fragile hands
Lie light upon my lap.

And I will have a sprigged gown
With lace to kiss my throat;
I'll draw my curtain to the town,
And hum a purring note.

And I'll forget the way of tears,
And rock, and stir my tea.
But oh, I wish those blessed years
Were further than they be!

Dorothy Parker