"Querida Clara,
Desejamos-lhe um Feliz Natal e um Bom Ano Novo,
Família Maia Gonçalves"
sexta-feira, 24 de dezembro de 2010
"Natal (?)"
Gostaria de deixar aqui os votos de um feliz Natal e de um próspero Ano Novo.
Ser-me-à difícil publicar algo aqui nos próximos dias, por isso não garanto uma actualização para breve.
Aquele cujos votos são sinceros,
José Trindade
Ser-me-à difícil publicar algo aqui nos próximos dias, por isso não garanto uma actualização para breve.
Aquele cujos votos são sinceros,
José Trindade
quarta-feira, 22 de dezembro de 2010
"A Certain Romance" (not)
"Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks
Or knackered Converse
Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks
But all of that's what the point is not
The points that's there ain't no romance around there
And there's the truth that they can't see
They'd probably like to throw a punch at me
And if you could only see them, then you would agree
Agree that there ain't no romance around there
You know, oh it's a funny thing you know
We'll tell 'em if you like
We'll tell 'em all tonight
They'll never listen
Because their minds are made up
And course it's all okay to carry on that way
And over there there's broken bones
There's only music, so that there's new ring tones
And it don't take no Sherlock Holmes
To see it's a little different around here
Don't get me wrong though, there's boys in bands
And kids who like to scrap with pool cues in their hands
And just cause he's had a couple o' cans
He thinks it's alright to act like a dickhead
Don't you know, oh it's a funny thing you know
We'll tell em if you like
We'll tell em all tonight
They'll never listen
Because their minds are made up
And course it's all okay to carry on that way
But I said no!
Oh no!
Well you won't get me to go!
Not anywhere, not anywhere.
No, i won't go!
Oh no, no!
Well over there there's friends of mine
What can I say, I've known 'em for a long long time
And they might overstep the line
But i you just cannot get angry in the same way
No not in the same way
So not in the same way
Oh no, oh no no"
Or knackered Converse
Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks
But all of that's what the point is not
The points that's there ain't no romance around there
And there's the truth that they can't see
They'd probably like to throw a punch at me
And if you could only see them, then you would agree
Agree that there ain't no romance around there
You know, oh it's a funny thing you know
We'll tell 'em if you like
We'll tell 'em all tonight
They'll never listen
Because their minds are made up
And course it's all okay to carry on that way
And over there there's broken bones
There's only music, so that there's new ring tones
And it don't take no Sherlock Holmes
To see it's a little different around here
Don't get me wrong though, there's boys in bands
And kids who like to scrap with pool cues in their hands
And just cause he's had a couple o' cans
He thinks it's alright to act like a dickhead
Don't you know, oh it's a funny thing you know
We'll tell em if you like
We'll tell em all tonight
They'll never listen
Because their minds are made up
And course it's all okay to carry on that way
But I said no!
Oh no!
Well you won't get me to go!
Not anywhere, not anywhere.
No, i won't go!
Oh no, no!
Well over there there's friends of mine
What can I say, I've known 'em for a long long time
And they might overstep the line
But i you just cannot get angry in the same way
No not in the same way
So not in the same way
Oh no, oh no no"
segunda-feira, 20 de dezembro de 2010
domingo, 19 de dezembro de 2010
"This is War"
Franz Ferdinand has been shot dead, "This is War". You had your chance, the rotten peace has come to an end. I, We, will not lose.
sexta-feira, 17 de dezembro de 2010
"Best Laid Plans"
"You don't like it in the shadows,
But you won't let me shine a light.
I would wash away your troubles,
But it seems - the more that I hold on,
The more that you let go, and I know -
You better let somebody love you,
Or find yourself on your own.
Tell me why all the best laid plans,
Fall apart in your hands,
And my good intentions never end,
The way I meant.
If we don't talk about the future,
Then should I just follow you into the dark?
Yeah and does your silence keep you cool,
While the cracks fall on my heart?
Tell me why all the best laid plans,
Fall apart in your hands,
And my good intentions never end,
The way I meant.
It seems to me some fine friends
Have watched you turn your back
It seems you only want the things
That you can't have.
Tell me why all the best laid plans,
Fall apart in your hands,
And my good intentions never end,
The way I meant."
Em "Best Laid Plans" de James Blunt
But you won't let me shine a light.
I would wash away your troubles,
But it seems - the more that I hold on,
The more that you let go, and I know -
You better let somebody love you,
Or find yourself on your own.
Tell me why all the best laid plans,
Fall apart in your hands,
And my good intentions never end,
The way I meant.
If we don't talk about the future,
Then should I just follow you into the dark?
Yeah and does your silence keep you cool,
While the cracks fall on my heart?
Tell me why all the best laid plans,
Fall apart in your hands,
And my good intentions never end,
The way I meant.
It seems to me some fine friends
Have watched you turn your back
It seems you only want the things
That you can't have.
Tell me why all the best laid plans,
Fall apart in your hands,
And my good intentions never end,
The way I meant."
Em "Best Laid Plans" de James Blunt
domingo, 12 de dezembro de 2010
"Teus Olhos"
Olhos,
Espelho da alma, visão do ser.
Azuis de sofrer,
Claros, rotinados.
Imersos no seu próprio mar,
Fustigados pelas vagas de outros,
Afogam-se sob o ciano da maré
Esperança,
Réstia de força para acreditar,
Fé reflectida num discreto,
Mas concreto,
Verde que recusa o imaginário do abstracto.
Mas para além do espelho nítido
Que são, mostram uma turva visão
(Voluntária ou não?)
Que lhe obstrui o caminho
E torna o Azul mais negro
E o Verde mais nada.
Vais perceber estas palavras, espero que antes do Escuro, se não continuarei aqui.
Em silêncio, nada mais sobre isto direi, se a mágoa queres continuar a sentir não te vou impedir.
Cai...
Espelho da alma, visão do ser.
Azuis de sofrer,
Claros, rotinados.
Imersos no seu próprio mar,
Fustigados pelas vagas de outros,
Afogam-se sob o ciano da maré
Esperança,
Réstia de força para acreditar,
Fé reflectida num discreto,
Mas concreto,
Verde que recusa o imaginário do abstracto.
Mas para além do espelho nítido
Que são, mostram uma turva visão
(Voluntária ou não?)
Que lhe obstrui o caminho
E torna o Azul mais negro
E o Verde mais nada.
Vais perceber estas palavras, espero que antes do Escuro, se não continuarei aqui.
Em silêncio, nada mais sobre isto direi, se a mágoa queres continuar a sentir não te vou impedir.
Cai...
quarta-feira, 8 de dezembro de 2010
"Hey You"
"Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.
But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.
Hey you, out there on the road
always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall."
em "Hey You" de Pink Floyd
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.
But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.
Hey you, out there on the road
always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall."
em "Hey You" de Pink Floyd
terça-feira, 30 de novembro de 2010
"O Corvo"
"Numa meia-noite agreste, quando eu lia, lento e triste,
Vagos, curiosos tomos de ciências ancestrais,
E já quase adormecia, ouvi o que parecia
O som de alguém que batia levemente a meus umbrais
«Uma visita», eu me disse, «está batendo a meus umbrais.
É só isso e nada mais.»
Ah, que bem disso me lembro! Era no frio dezembro,
E o fogo, morrendo negro, urdia sombras desiguais.
Como eu qu'ria a madrugada, toda a noite aos livros dada
P'ra esquecer (em vão) a amada, hoje entre hostes celestiais —
Essa cujo nome sabem as hostes celestiais,
Mas sem nome aqui jamais!
Como, a tremer frio e frouxo, cada reposteiro roxo
Me incutia, urdia estranhos terrores nunca antes tais!
Mas, a mim mesmo infundindo força, eu ia repetindo,
«É uma visita pedindo entrada aqui em meus umbrais;
Uma visita tardia pede entrada em meus umbrais.
É só isso e nada mais».
E, mais forte num instante, já nem tardo ou hesitante,
«Senhor», eu disse, «ou senhora, decerto me desculpais;
Mas eu ia adormecendo, quando viestes batendo,
Tão levemente batendo, batendo por meus umbrais,
Que mal ouvi...» E abri largos, franquendo-os, meus umbrais.
Noite, noite e nada mais.
A treva enorme fitando, fiquei perdido receando,
Dúbio e tais sonhos sonhando que os ninguém sonhou iguais.
Mas a noite era infinita, a paz profunda e maldita,
E a única palavra dita foi um nome cheio de ais —
Eu o disse, o nome dela, e o eco disse aos meus ais.
Isto só e nada mais.
Para dentro estão volvendo, toda a alma em mim ardendo,
Não tardou que ouvisse novo som batendo mais e mais.
«Por certo», disse eu, «aquela bulha é na minha janela.
Vamos ver o que está nela, e o que são estes sinais.»
Meu coração se distraía pesquisando estes sinais.
«É o vento, e nada mais.»
Abri então a vidraça, e eis que, com muita negaça,
Entrou grave e nobre um corvo dos bons tempos ancestrais.
Não fez nenhum cumprimento, não parou nem um momento,
Mas com ar solene e lento pousou sobre meus umbrais,
Num alvo busto de Atena que há por sobre meus umbrais.
Foi, pousou, e nada mais.
E esta ave estranha e escura fez sorrir minha amargura
Com o solene decoro de seus ares rituais.
«Tens o aspecto tosquiado», disse eu, «mas de nobre e ousado,
Ó velho corvo emigrado lá das trevas infernais!
Dize-me qual o teu nome lá nas trevas infernais.»
Disse-me o corvo, «Nunca mais».
Pasmei de ouvir este raro pássaro falar tão claro,
Inda que pouco sentido tivessem palavras tais.
Mas deve ser concedido que ninguém terá havido
Que uma ave tenha tido pousada nos seus umbrais,
Ave ou bicho sobre o busto que há por sobre seus umbrais,
Com o nome «Nunca mais».
Mas o corvo, sobre o busto, nada mais dissera, augusto,
Que essa frase, qual se nela a alma lhe ficasse em ais.
Nem mais voz nem movimento fez, e eu, em meu pensamento
Perdido, murmurei lento, «Amigo, sonhos — mortais
Todos — todos lá se foram. Amanhã também te vais».
Disse o corvo, «Nunca mais».
A alma súbito movida por frase tão bem cabida,
«Por certo», disse eu, «são estas vozes usuais.
Aprendeu-as de algum dono, que a desgraça e o abandono
Seguiram até que o entono da alma se quebrou em ais,
E o bordão de desesp'rança de seu canto cheio de ais
Era este «Nunca mais».
Mas, fazendo inda a ave escura sorrir a minha amargura,
Sentei-me defronte dela, do alvo busto e meus umbrais;
E, enterrado na cadeira, pensei de muita maneira
Que qu'ria esta ave agoureira dos maus tempos ancestrais,
Esta ave negra e agoureira dos maus tempos ancestrais,
Com aquele «Nunca mais».
Comigo isto discorrendo, mas nem sílaba dizendo
À ave que na minha alma cravava os olhos fatais,
Isto e mais ia cismando, a cabeça reclinando
No veludo onde a luz punha vagas sombras desiguais,
Naquele veludo onde ela, entre as sombras desiguais,
Reclinar-se-á nunca mais!
Fez-me então o ar mais denso, como cheio dum incenso
Que anjos dessem, cujos leves passos soam musicais.
«Maldito!», a mim disse, «deu-te Deus, por anjos concedeu-te
O esquecimento; valeu-te. Toma-o, esquece, com teus ais,
O nome da que não esqueces, e que faz esses teus ais!»
Disse o corvo, «Nunca mais».
«Profeta», disse eu, «profeta — ou demónio ou ave preta!
Pelo Deus ante quem ambos somos fracos e mortais,
Dize a esta alma entristecida se no Éden de outra vida
Verá essa hoje perdida entre hostes celestiais,
Essa cujo nome sabem as hostes celestiais!»
Disse o corvo, «Nunca mais».
«Que esse grito nos aparte, ave ou diabo!, eu disse. «Parte!
Torna à noite e à tempestade! Torna às trevas infernais!
Não deixes pena que ateste a mentira que disseste!
Minha solidão me reste! Tira-te de meus umbrais!»
Disse o corvo, «Nunca mais».
E o corvo, na noite infinda, está ainda, está ainda
No alvo busto de Atena que há por sobre os meus umbrais.
Seu olhar tem a medonha dor de um demónio que sonha,
E a luz lança-lhe a tristonha sombra no chão mais e mais,
E a minh'alma dessa sombra, que no chão há mais e mais,
Libertar-se-á... nunca mais!"
De Edgar Allan Poe (original: "The Raven"), traduzido por Fernando Pessoa.
Dois homólogos da literatura.
Vagos, curiosos tomos de ciências ancestrais,
E já quase adormecia, ouvi o que parecia
O som de alguém que batia levemente a meus umbrais
«Uma visita», eu me disse, «está batendo a meus umbrais.
É só isso e nada mais.»
Ah, que bem disso me lembro! Era no frio dezembro,
E o fogo, morrendo negro, urdia sombras desiguais.
Como eu qu'ria a madrugada, toda a noite aos livros dada
P'ra esquecer (em vão) a amada, hoje entre hostes celestiais —
Essa cujo nome sabem as hostes celestiais,
Mas sem nome aqui jamais!
Como, a tremer frio e frouxo, cada reposteiro roxo
Me incutia, urdia estranhos terrores nunca antes tais!
Mas, a mim mesmo infundindo força, eu ia repetindo,
«É uma visita pedindo entrada aqui em meus umbrais;
Uma visita tardia pede entrada em meus umbrais.
É só isso e nada mais».
E, mais forte num instante, já nem tardo ou hesitante,
«Senhor», eu disse, «ou senhora, decerto me desculpais;
Mas eu ia adormecendo, quando viestes batendo,
Tão levemente batendo, batendo por meus umbrais,
Que mal ouvi...» E abri largos, franquendo-os, meus umbrais.
Noite, noite e nada mais.
A treva enorme fitando, fiquei perdido receando,
Dúbio e tais sonhos sonhando que os ninguém sonhou iguais.
Mas a noite era infinita, a paz profunda e maldita,
E a única palavra dita foi um nome cheio de ais —
Eu o disse, o nome dela, e o eco disse aos meus ais.
Isto só e nada mais.
Para dentro estão volvendo, toda a alma em mim ardendo,
Não tardou que ouvisse novo som batendo mais e mais.
«Por certo», disse eu, «aquela bulha é na minha janela.
Vamos ver o que está nela, e o que são estes sinais.»
Meu coração se distraía pesquisando estes sinais.
«É o vento, e nada mais.»
Abri então a vidraça, e eis que, com muita negaça,
Entrou grave e nobre um corvo dos bons tempos ancestrais.
Não fez nenhum cumprimento, não parou nem um momento,
Mas com ar solene e lento pousou sobre meus umbrais,
Num alvo busto de Atena que há por sobre meus umbrais.
Foi, pousou, e nada mais.
E esta ave estranha e escura fez sorrir minha amargura
Com o solene decoro de seus ares rituais.
«Tens o aspecto tosquiado», disse eu, «mas de nobre e ousado,
Ó velho corvo emigrado lá das trevas infernais!
Dize-me qual o teu nome lá nas trevas infernais.»
Disse-me o corvo, «Nunca mais».
Pasmei de ouvir este raro pássaro falar tão claro,
Inda que pouco sentido tivessem palavras tais.
Mas deve ser concedido que ninguém terá havido
Que uma ave tenha tido pousada nos seus umbrais,
Ave ou bicho sobre o busto que há por sobre seus umbrais,
Com o nome «Nunca mais».
Mas o corvo, sobre o busto, nada mais dissera, augusto,
Que essa frase, qual se nela a alma lhe ficasse em ais.
Nem mais voz nem movimento fez, e eu, em meu pensamento
Perdido, murmurei lento, «Amigo, sonhos — mortais
Todos — todos lá se foram. Amanhã também te vais».
Disse o corvo, «Nunca mais».
A alma súbito movida por frase tão bem cabida,
«Por certo», disse eu, «são estas vozes usuais.
Aprendeu-as de algum dono, que a desgraça e o abandono
Seguiram até que o entono da alma se quebrou em ais,
E o bordão de desesp'rança de seu canto cheio de ais
Era este «Nunca mais».
Mas, fazendo inda a ave escura sorrir a minha amargura,
Sentei-me defronte dela, do alvo busto e meus umbrais;
E, enterrado na cadeira, pensei de muita maneira
Que qu'ria esta ave agoureira dos maus tempos ancestrais,
Esta ave negra e agoureira dos maus tempos ancestrais,
Com aquele «Nunca mais».
Comigo isto discorrendo, mas nem sílaba dizendo
À ave que na minha alma cravava os olhos fatais,
Isto e mais ia cismando, a cabeça reclinando
No veludo onde a luz punha vagas sombras desiguais,
Naquele veludo onde ela, entre as sombras desiguais,
Reclinar-se-á nunca mais!
Fez-me então o ar mais denso, como cheio dum incenso
Que anjos dessem, cujos leves passos soam musicais.
«Maldito!», a mim disse, «deu-te Deus, por anjos concedeu-te
O esquecimento; valeu-te. Toma-o, esquece, com teus ais,
O nome da que não esqueces, e que faz esses teus ais!»
Disse o corvo, «Nunca mais».
«Profeta», disse eu, «profeta — ou demónio ou ave preta!
Pelo Deus ante quem ambos somos fracos e mortais,
Dize a esta alma entristecida se no Éden de outra vida
Verá essa hoje perdida entre hostes celestiais,
Essa cujo nome sabem as hostes celestiais!»
Disse o corvo, «Nunca mais».
«Que esse grito nos aparte, ave ou diabo!, eu disse. «Parte!
Torna à noite e à tempestade! Torna às trevas infernais!
Não deixes pena que ateste a mentira que disseste!
Minha solidão me reste! Tira-te de meus umbrais!»
Disse o corvo, «Nunca mais».
E o corvo, na noite infinda, está ainda, está ainda
No alvo busto de Atena que há por sobre os meus umbrais.
Seu olhar tem a medonha dor de um demónio que sonha,
E a luz lança-lhe a tristonha sombra no chão mais e mais,
E a minh'alma dessa sombra, que no chão há mais e mais,
Libertar-se-á... nunca mais!"
De Edgar Allan Poe (original: "The Raven"), traduzido por Fernando Pessoa.
Dois homólogos da literatura.
domingo, 28 de novembro de 2010
sexta-feira, 26 de novembro de 2010
"Turn Me On"
"I'm a boy and she's a girl
And we're gonna do this around the world
Catch her heart and count to five
And remember everybody dies you know
I'm not her friend no, not second best
I'll send her home unless they're both in it
Together and they're both on each other
That's my kinda party
That's my kinda party
'Cause I'm a boy and she's a girl
And we're all doing this around the world
Around the world
Around the world
Around the world
So, why get complicated?
You know you wanna turn me on
Why get complicated?
You know wanna turn me on
Underwater, with someone's daughter
Gonna make you a dirty woman
And when we're both in it together
And we're both on each other
That's my kinda party
That's my kinda party
I'm a boy and she's a girl
And we're all doing this around the world
Around the world
Around the world
Around the world
So, why get complicated?
You know you wanna turn me on
Why get complicated
You know you wanna turn me on
Why get complicated?
You know you wanna turn me on
Why get complicated?
You know you wanna turn me on
I'm a boy and she's a girl
And we're gonna do this around the world
Around the world
Around the world
Around the world"
em "Turn Me On" de James Blunt
I miss Summer's, and other's, heat... it was all so much easier
And we're gonna do this around the world
Catch her heart and count to five
And remember everybody dies you know
I'm not her friend no, not second best
I'll send her home unless they're both in it
Together and they're both on each other
That's my kinda party
That's my kinda party
'Cause I'm a boy and she's a girl
And we're all doing this around the world
Around the world
Around the world
Around the world
So, why get complicated?
You know you wanna turn me on
Why get complicated?
You know wanna turn me on
Underwater, with someone's daughter
Gonna make you a dirty woman
And when we're both in it together
And we're both on each other
That's my kinda party
That's my kinda party
I'm a boy and she's a girl
And we're all doing this around the world
Around the world
Around the world
Around the world
So, why get complicated?
You know you wanna turn me on
Why get complicated
You know you wanna turn me on
Why get complicated?
You know you wanna turn me on
Why get complicated?
You know you wanna turn me on
I'm a boy and she's a girl
And we're gonna do this around the world
Around the world
Around the world
Around the world"
em "Turn Me On" de James Blunt
I miss Summer's, and other's, heat... it was all so much easier
domingo, 21 de novembro de 2010
"Why Not?"
"I want to know what love is
But it seems to come with so much pain
If no one wants to show me
It seems easier just to run away "
em "Heart of Gold" by James Blunt
I am not that kind of runner.
But it seems to come with so much pain
If no one wants to show me
It seems easier just to run away "
em "Heart of Gold" by James Blunt
I am not that kind of runner.
sábado, 20 de novembro de 2010
"Administração/ Administration"
Caras leitoras e leitores,
Devido ao crescimento de visitantes de países anglo-saxónicos irei também escrever em inglês alguns textos.
Embora "a minha pátria seja a língua portuguesa", não creio que faça mal emigrar de vez em quando.
Com os melhores cumprimentos,
José Trindade
Dear readers,
Due to the rise of visitors from anglo-saxonic countries I will now also write some texts in English.
Although "my homeland is the Portuguese tongue", I do not believe there is any harm in emigrating from time to time.
Best Regards,
José Trindade
Devido ao crescimento de visitantes de países anglo-saxónicos irei também escrever em inglês alguns textos.
Embora "a minha pátria seja a língua portuguesa", não creio que faça mal emigrar de vez em quando.
Com os melhores cumprimentos,
José Trindade
Dear readers,
Due to the rise of visitors from anglo-saxonic countries I will now also write some texts in English.
Although "my homeland is the Portuguese tongue", I do not believe there is any harm in emigrating from time to time.
Best Regards,
José Trindade
"Home"
"I'll be coming home
just to be alone
'Cause I know you're not there
And I notice you don't care
I can hardly wait to leave this place
No matter how hard I try
You're never satisfied
This is not a home
I think I'm better off alone
You always disappear
Even when you're here
This is not my home
I think I'm better off alone
Home, home, this house is not a home, home
This house is not a home
By the time you come home
I'm already stoned
You turn off the tv
And you scream at me
I can hardly wait
till you get off my case
No matter how hard I try
You're never satisfied
This is not a home
I think I'm better off alone
You always disappear
Even when you're here
This is not my home
I think I'm better off alone
Home, home, this house is not a home, home
This house is not a home, home
This house is not a home, home
This house is not a home
I'm better off alone
No matter how hard I try
You're never satisfied
This is not a home
I think I'm better off alone
You always disappear
Even when you're here
This is not my home
I think I'm better off alone
Home, home, this house is not a home, home
This house is not a home, home
This house is not a home, home
This house is not a home"
em "Home" de Three Days Grace
just to be alone
'Cause I know you're not there
And I notice you don't care
I can hardly wait to leave this place
No matter how hard I try
You're never satisfied
This is not a home
I think I'm better off alone
You always disappear
Even when you're here
This is not my home
I think I'm better off alone
Home, home, this house is not a home, home
This house is not a home
By the time you come home
I'm already stoned
You turn off the tv
And you scream at me
I can hardly wait
till you get off my case
No matter how hard I try
You're never satisfied
This is not a home
I think I'm better off alone
You always disappear
Even when you're here
This is not my home
I think I'm better off alone
Home, home, this house is not a home, home
This house is not a home, home
This house is not a home, home
This house is not a home
I'm better off alone
No matter how hard I try
You're never satisfied
This is not a home
I think I'm better off alone
You always disappear
Even when you're here
This is not my home
I think I'm better off alone
Home, home, this house is not a home, home
This house is not a home, home
This house is not a home, home
This house is not a home"
em "Home" de Three Days Grace
quarta-feira, 17 de novembro de 2010
terça-feira, 16 de novembro de 2010
"I Bet That You Look Good on the Dancefloor"
"Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you
And what it is that surprises me is that I don't really want you to
And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang, go!
I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance or
I don't know what you're looking for
I said*, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984!
I wish you'd stop ignoring me, because it's sending me to despair
Without a sound, yeah, you're calling me, and I don't think it's very fair
That your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang, go!
I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance or
I don't know what you're looking for
I said*, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984!
Oh, there ain't no love, no Montagues or Capulets
Are just banging tunes and DJ sets and...
Dirty dancefloors, and dreams of naughtiness!
Well, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance or
I don't know what you're looking for
I said, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984!"
em "I Bet That You Look Good on the Dancefloor" de Arctic Monkeys
And what it is that surprises me is that I don't really want you to
And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang, go!
I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance or
I don't know what you're looking for
I said*, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984!
I wish you'd stop ignoring me, because it's sending me to despair
Without a sound, yeah, you're calling me, and I don't think it's very fair
That your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang, go!
I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance or
I don't know what you're looking for
I said*, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984!
Oh, there ain't no love, no Montagues or Capulets
Are just banging tunes and DJ sets and...
Dirty dancefloors, and dreams of naughtiness!
Well, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance or
I don't know what you're looking for
I said, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984!"
em "I Bet That You Look Good on the Dancefloor" de Arctic Monkeys
"Atlantic"
"I hope all my days
Will be lit by your face
I hope all the years
Will hold tight our promises
I don't wanna be old and sleep alone
An empty house is not a home
I don't wanna be old and feel afraid
I don't wanna be old and sleep alone
An empty house is not a home
I don't wanna be old and feel afraid
And if I need anything at all
I need a place
That's hidden in the deep
Where lonely angels sing you to your sleep
Though all the world is broken
I need a place
Where I can make my bed
A lover's lap where I can lay my head
'Cause now the room is spinning
The days beginning"
em "Atlantic" de Keane
Will be lit by your face
I hope all the years
Will hold tight our promises
I don't wanna be old and sleep alone
An empty house is not a home
I don't wanna be old and feel afraid
I don't wanna be old and sleep alone
An empty house is not a home
I don't wanna be old and feel afraid
And if I need anything at all
I need a place
That's hidden in the deep
Where lonely angels sing you to your sleep
Though all the world is broken
I need a place
Where I can make my bed
A lover's lap where I can lay my head
'Cause now the room is spinning
The days beginning"
em "Atlantic" de Keane
sábado, 13 de novembro de 2010
"New Born"
"Link it to the world
Link it to yourself
Stretch it like a birth squeeze
The love for what you hide
The bitterness inside
Is growing like the new born
When you've seen, seen
Too much, too young, young
Soulless is everywhere
Hopeless time to roam
The distance to your home
Fades away to nowhere
How much are you worth
You can't come down to earth
You’re swelling up, you're unstoppable
'cause you've seen, seen
Too much, too young, young
Soulless is everywhere
Destroy the spineless
Show me it's real
Wasting our last chance
To come away
Just break the silence
'cause I’m drifting away
Away from you
Link it to the world
Link it to yourself
Stretch it like it's a birth squeeze
And the love for what you hide
And the bitterness inside
Is growing like the new born
When you've seen, seen
Too much, too young, young
Soulless is everywhere
Destroy the spineless
Show me it's real
Wasting their last chance
To come away
Just break the silence
‘cause I'm drifting away
Away from you"
em "New Born" de Muse
P.S. Gostava deixar aqui um convite a uma amiga minha e "ex-colega-blogger", que tem grande carinho pelos Muse: continuarmos o lyrically nos nossos blogs, aguardo resposta aninhas"
Link it to yourself
Stretch it like a birth squeeze
The love for what you hide
The bitterness inside
Is growing like the new born
When you've seen, seen
Too much, too young, young
Soulless is everywhere
Hopeless time to roam
The distance to your home
Fades away to nowhere
How much are you worth
You can't come down to earth
You’re swelling up, you're unstoppable
'cause you've seen, seen
Too much, too young, young
Soulless is everywhere
Destroy the spineless
Show me it's real
Wasting our last chance
To come away
Just break the silence
'cause I’m drifting away
Away from you
Link it to the world
Link it to yourself
Stretch it like it's a birth squeeze
And the love for what you hide
And the bitterness inside
Is growing like the new born
When you've seen, seen
Too much, too young, young
Soulless is everywhere
Destroy the spineless
Show me it's real
Wasting their last chance
To come away
Just break the silence
‘cause I'm drifting away
Away from you"
em "New Born" de Muse
P.S. Gostava deixar aqui um convite a uma amiga minha e "ex-colega-blogger", que tem grande carinho pelos Muse: continuarmos o lyrically nos nossos blogs, aguardo resposta aninhas"
quinta-feira, 11 de novembro de 2010
"Everybody's Changing"
"You say you wander your own land
But when I think about it
I don't see how you can
You're aching, you're breaking
And I can see the pain in your eyes
Says everybody's changing
And I don't know why
So little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changing
And I don't feel the same
You're gone from here
Soon you will disappear
Fading into beautiful light
'Cause everybody's changing
And I don't feel right
So little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changing
And I don't feel the same
So little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changing
And I don't feel the same
Oh
Everybody's changing
And I don't feel the same"
em "Everybody's Changing" de Keane
But when I think about it
I don't see how you can
You're aching, you're breaking
And I can see the pain in your eyes
Says everybody's changing
And I don't know why
So little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changing
And I don't feel the same
You're gone from here
Soon you will disappear
Fading into beautiful light
'Cause everybody's changing
And I don't feel right
So little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changing
And I don't feel the same
So little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changing
And I don't feel the same
Oh
Everybody's changing
And I don't feel the same"
em "Everybody's Changing" de Keane
quarta-feira, 10 de novembro de 2010
"Alerta Vermelho"
Calor, frio. Ira, melancolia. Dor, dormência. O que se passa? Onde está a luz, a minha luz? O Sol, o meu Sol? As nuvens da mágoa cobrem-me o Céu e a chuva parece querer cair... Não, não! Que o gotejar fique preso no nublado cinza e de lá não saia! Que a tempestade se consuma, que o trovejar se cale!
terça-feira, 9 de novembro de 2010
segunda-feira, 8 de novembro de 2010
"Espelho"
Vês o teu reflexo na fina e lisa folha de vidro que separa este mundo d'outro. Estranhas quem lá está, não reconheces. Que o espanto não te assombre a realidade, pois a pessoa que vês é aquela que mira.
sábado, 6 de novembro de 2010
quinta-feira, 4 de novembro de 2010
"Vale a pena?"
"Tudo vale a pena se a alma não e pequena".
Presumo que o meu corpo é então grande de mais cara P/pessoa
Presumo que o meu corpo é então grande de mais cara P/pessoa
terça-feira, 2 de novembro de 2010
"Dia de Finados"
A noite estava escura, a minha alma juntou-se a ela em espírito. A melodia que rasgava o ar, melancólica, criava o ambiente de dor típico de qualquer dia como o dito.
Até que um lago de luz a alguma distância capta a fraca centelha que ainda brilhava no olhar. Um cemitério, pequeno em tamanho, grande em morte, aprisionado entre os prédios da Invicta que tantos viu cair, ali se encontrava em fogo. Velas, centenas, nas inúmeras campas. Chamas de mágoa, chamas de saudade, chamas de memória, chamas eternas.
Até que um lago de luz a alguma distância capta a fraca centelha que ainda brilhava no olhar. Um cemitério, pequeno em tamanho, grande em morte, aprisionado entre os prédios da Invicta que tantos viu cair, ali se encontrava em fogo. Velas, centenas, nas inúmeras campas. Chamas de mágoa, chamas de saudade, chamas de memória, chamas eternas.
segunda-feira, 1 de novembro de 2010
"Romaria aos cemitérios em Dia de Finados"
A ida aos cemitérios para depositar flores nas campas e assim prestar homenagem aos que já partiram é um ritual que se repete ano após ano, mas só nas últimas décadas passou a ser realizado no primeiro dia de Novembro.
«Às vezes dá ideia que as pessoas que faleceram morreram esquecidas e, no entanto, os familiares continuam nesse dia [01 de Novembro], talvez só nesse dia, a ornamentar o local», disse à agência Lusa o sociólogo Moisés Espírito Santo.
Até há cerca de 30, 40 anos, explicou o professor universitário, o dia dedicado aos defuntos era o 02 de Novembro, enquanto o dia 01 «era um dia de festa agrícola, festa de retribuição das colheitas».
«Há aí uma sobreposição de calendários, porque o Dia dos Finados é o dia 2 e não o dia 1. Isso tende a generalizar-se a todo o país, excepto a liturgia católica, que celebra os mortos, a missa dos defuntos, que se realiza no dia 2», referiu.
Segundo Moisés Espírito Santo, «a passagem para dia 01 de Novembro é dos anos 1960 com a generalização do feriado no meio industrial e urbano».
No primeiro de Novembro realizava-se um outro rito, o Pão por Deus, «em que as pessoas ofereciam bolos e certos pães aos mais pobres».
«Isso é um rito popular que ainda hoje se realiza em certas zonas do país, em que as crianças vão pedir bolos, pães, doces e frutos secos de casa em casa», disse.
O ritual do dia 01 «hoje em dia é praticamente igual em todo o país e é muito simples: ir aos cemitérios depositar um ramo de flores, estar ali um pouco, uns rezam outros não».
«Por vezes assiste-se a uma missa, por alma dos defuntos. No passado havia algumas diferenças, com fogueiras à frente dos cemitérios ou até celebrações festivas perto dos cemitérios, mas isso acabou. Hoje as pessoas adoptaram todas o mesmo rito que é o mais simples», disse
A ida ao cemitério no dia 1 prende-se também, de acordo com o sociólogo, com «constrangimentos sociais».
«As pessoas fazem-no porque o meio social critica quem não o faça, então mantém-se por coação social», afirmou.
Lusa/SOL
«Às vezes dá ideia que as pessoas que faleceram morreram esquecidas e, no entanto, os familiares continuam nesse dia [01 de Novembro], talvez só nesse dia, a ornamentar o local», disse à agência Lusa o sociólogo Moisés Espírito Santo.
Até há cerca de 30, 40 anos, explicou o professor universitário, o dia dedicado aos defuntos era o 02 de Novembro, enquanto o dia 01 «era um dia de festa agrícola, festa de retribuição das colheitas».
«Há aí uma sobreposição de calendários, porque o Dia dos Finados é o dia 2 e não o dia 1. Isso tende a generalizar-se a todo o país, excepto a liturgia católica, que celebra os mortos, a missa dos defuntos, que se realiza no dia 2», referiu.
Segundo Moisés Espírito Santo, «a passagem para dia 01 de Novembro é dos anos 1960 com a generalização do feriado no meio industrial e urbano».
No primeiro de Novembro realizava-se um outro rito, o Pão por Deus, «em que as pessoas ofereciam bolos e certos pães aos mais pobres».
«Isso é um rito popular que ainda hoje se realiza em certas zonas do país, em que as crianças vão pedir bolos, pães, doces e frutos secos de casa em casa», disse.
O ritual do dia 01 «hoje em dia é praticamente igual em todo o país e é muito simples: ir aos cemitérios depositar um ramo de flores, estar ali um pouco, uns rezam outros não».
«Por vezes assiste-se a uma missa, por alma dos defuntos. No passado havia algumas diferenças, com fogueiras à frente dos cemitérios ou até celebrações festivas perto dos cemitérios, mas isso acabou. Hoje as pessoas adoptaram todas o mesmo rito que é o mais simples», disse
A ida ao cemitério no dia 1 prende-se também, de acordo com o sociólogo, com «constrangimentos sociais».
«As pessoas fazem-no porque o meio social critica quem não o faça, então mantém-se por coação social», afirmou.
Lusa/SOL
domingo, 31 de outubro de 2010
"Red Poppy Day"
"In Flanders Fields"
By John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row by row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard among the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe;
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If yea break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields."
By John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row by row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard among the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe;
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If yea break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields."
quarta-feira, 27 de outubro de 2010
"Já comeste Porca hoje?"
A Política - A Grande Porca,
In Memoriam de Rafael Bordalo Pinheiro
P.s. Acho que me vou inscrever na JSD
domingo, 24 de outubro de 2010
"Ultimato"
Não sei porquê, mas muito bem: 5.
"This Is The Last Time"
"This is the last time
That I will say these words
I remember the first time
The first of many lies
Sweep it into the corner
Or hide it under the bed
Say these things, they go away
But they never do
Something I wasn't sure of
But I was in the middle of
Something I forget now
But I've seen too little of
The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last lie
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I, no I don't mind
This is the last time
That I will show my face
One last tender lie
And then I'm out of this place
Tread it into the carpet
Or hide it under the stairs
You say that some things never die
Well I tried and I tried
Something I wasn't sure of
But I was in the middle of
Something I forget now
But I've seen too little of
The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last lie
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I, no I don't mind
The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last lie
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I, no I don't mind"
em "This Is The Last Time" de Keane
"This Is The Last Time"
"This is the last time
That I will say these words
I remember the first time
The first of many lies
Sweep it into the corner
Or hide it under the bed
Say these things, they go away
But they never do
Something I wasn't sure of
But I was in the middle of
Something I forget now
But I've seen too little of
The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last lie
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I, no I don't mind
This is the last time
That I will show my face
One last tender lie
And then I'm out of this place
Tread it into the carpet
Or hide it under the stairs
You say that some things never die
Well I tried and I tried
Something I wasn't sure of
But I was in the middle of
Something I forget now
But I've seen too little of
The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last lie
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I, no I don't mind
The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last lie
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I, no I don't mind"
em "This Is The Last Time" de Keane
sábado, 23 de outubro de 2010
"Tragicomédia"
Delicioso sentido de humor. Porventura apenas ébrio, mas ainda assim delicioso. Mea culpa? Todo o argumento proferido, cada palavra dita, cada lágrima derramada, mea culpa? Não, não, não. Não cairei mais em redes de mentiras que me colocam no centro de tragédias alheias e que com algum engodo me acusam de responsável.
Hilariante sentido de humor. Desprovido de lógica e razão, mas ainda assim hilariante. Mea culpa? Fui eu que fiz tudo aquilo de que fui acusado pelos que se consomem? “Não tentes argumentar que eu sei que tens razão”, pedido estranho e mesmo assim acedido. Mas talvez com alguma razão: há certos assuntos ilógicos e cuja argumentação não leva à sua realização. Talvez com o coração… Curioso, a lógica favorecia-lhes mais a situação.
Não fui eu, não sou eu, não serei eu.
Chega de usar a mesma desculpa para fugir às repercussões, às consequências, às responsabilidades, até, quem sabe, chegar finalmente ao fim. Essa constante, certamente falsa, e doentia obsessão impede-vos de viverem, progredirem. Lutem em vez de se esconderem em mentiras nas quais nem vós acreditais.
P.S. Peço desculpa aos leitores que nada têm a ver com a situação a que se deve esta publicação.
Aproveito também para anunciar, em resposta a alguns pedidos, que tentarei escrever eu próprio mais no blog. Alterarei um bocado o estilo para que o possa actualizar mais frequentemente, juntando crónicas e pensamentos em vez de textos e músicas (não querendo isto dizer que deixarei de os colocar aqui, de todo)
Hilariante sentido de humor. Desprovido de lógica e razão, mas ainda assim hilariante. Mea culpa? Fui eu que fiz tudo aquilo de que fui acusado pelos que se consomem? “Não tentes argumentar que eu sei que tens razão”, pedido estranho e mesmo assim acedido. Mas talvez com alguma razão: há certos assuntos ilógicos e cuja argumentação não leva à sua realização. Talvez com o coração… Curioso, a lógica favorecia-lhes mais a situação.
Não fui eu, não sou eu, não serei eu.
Chega de usar a mesma desculpa para fugir às repercussões, às consequências, às responsabilidades, até, quem sabe, chegar finalmente ao fim. Essa constante, certamente falsa, e doentia obsessão impede-vos de viverem, progredirem. Lutem em vez de se esconderem em mentiras nas quais nem vós acreditais.
P.S. Peço desculpa aos leitores que nada têm a ver com a situação a que se deve esta publicação.
Aproveito também para anunciar, em resposta a alguns pedidos, que tentarei escrever eu próprio mais no blog. Alterarei um bocado o estilo para que o possa actualizar mais frequentemente, juntando crónicas e pensamentos em vez de textos e músicas (não querendo isto dizer que deixarei de os colocar aqui, de todo)
terça-feira, 19 de outubro de 2010
"A Bad Dream/ Um Mau Sonho"
"Why do I have to fly
over every town up and down the line?
I'll die in the clouds above
and you that I defend, I do not love.
I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.
Where will I meet my fate?
Baby I'm a man, I was born to hate.
And when will I meet my end?
In a better time you could be my friend.
I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.
Wouldn't mind it
if you were by my side
But you're long gone,
yeah you're long gone now.
Where do we go?
I don't even know,
My strange old face,
And I'm thinking about those days,
And I'm thinking about those days.
I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.
Wouldn't mind it
if you were by my side
But you're long gone,
yeah you're long gone now."
em "A Bad Dream" de Keane
Acordei. Não dormirei mais. Não viverei nos vossos mundos de fantasia e sonhos que vós mesmos tornam em pesadelos. Porquê estar no escuro? Porquê deixar-me suar numa cama cujos lençóis não me pertencem? Não mais...
Que os seus ignóbeis senhores neles dormitem (ou quiçá vivam) pois o meu exaustivo descanso chegou ao fim.
Talvez noutra altura, noutro tempo, noutro sonho (ou o mesmo, tornado realidade), mas esta existência nega mais dormência.
Acordarão, porventura, um dia, uma manhã para tudo começarem mas nessa altura já o meu sol, como tantos outros, se estará a pôr.
É dia.
P.S. Espero colocar uma segunda versão ainda a ser trabalhada em breve.
over every town up and down the line?
I'll die in the clouds above
and you that I defend, I do not love.
I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.
Where will I meet my fate?
Baby I'm a man, I was born to hate.
And when will I meet my end?
In a better time you could be my friend.
I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.
Wouldn't mind it
if you were by my side
But you're long gone,
yeah you're long gone now.
Where do we go?
I don't even know,
My strange old face,
And I'm thinking about those days,
And I'm thinking about those days.
I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.
Wouldn't mind it
if you were by my side
But you're long gone,
yeah you're long gone now."
em "A Bad Dream" de Keane
Acordei. Não dormirei mais. Não viverei nos vossos mundos de fantasia e sonhos que vós mesmos tornam em pesadelos. Porquê estar no escuro? Porquê deixar-me suar numa cama cujos lençóis não me pertencem? Não mais...
Que os seus ignóbeis senhores neles dormitem (ou quiçá vivam) pois o meu exaustivo descanso chegou ao fim.
Talvez noutra altura, noutro tempo, noutro sonho (ou o mesmo, tornado realidade), mas esta existência nega mais dormência.
Acordarão, porventura, um dia, uma manhã para tudo começarem mas nessa altura já o meu sol, como tantos outros, se estará a pôr.
É dia.
P.S. Espero colocar uma segunda versão ainda a ser trabalhada em breve.
segunda-feira, 18 de outubro de 2010
"Perfect Symmetry"
"I shake through the wreckage for signs of life
Scrolling through the paragraphs
Clicking through the photographs
I wish I could make sense of what we do
Burning down the capitals
The wisest of the animals
Who are you? What are you living for?
Tooth for tooth, maybe we'll go one more
This life is lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me
Read page after page of analysis
Looking for the final score
We're no closer than we were before
Who are you? What are you fighting for?
Holy truth? Brother I choose this mortal life
Lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me
As the needle slips into the run-out groove
Love - maybe you'll feel it too
And maybe you'll find life is unkind
And over so soon
There is no golden gate
There's no heaven waiting for you
Oh boy you ought to leave this town
Get out while you can the meter's running down
The voices in the streets you love
Everything is better when you hear that sound
Spineless dreamers hide in churches
Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses
I dream in emails, worn-out phrases
Mile after mile of just empty pages
Wrap yourself around me
Wrap yourself around me
As the needle slips into the run-out groove
Maybe you'll feel it too
Maybe you'll feel it too
Spineless dreamers hide in churches
Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses
I dream in emails, worn-out phrases
Mile after mile of just empty pages
Spineless dreamers hide in churches
Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses
I dream in emails, worn-out phrases
Mile after mile of just empty pages"
em "Perfect Symmetry" de Keane
Scrolling through the paragraphs
Clicking through the photographs
I wish I could make sense of what we do
Burning down the capitals
The wisest of the animals
Who are you? What are you living for?
Tooth for tooth, maybe we'll go one more
This life is lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me
Read page after page of analysis
Looking for the final score
We're no closer than we were before
Who are you? What are you fighting for?
Holy truth? Brother I choose this mortal life
Lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me
As the needle slips into the run-out groove
Love - maybe you'll feel it too
And maybe you'll find life is unkind
And over so soon
There is no golden gate
There's no heaven waiting for you
Oh boy you ought to leave this town
Get out while you can the meter's running down
The voices in the streets you love
Everything is better when you hear that sound
Spineless dreamers hide in churches
Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses
I dream in emails, worn-out phrases
Mile after mile of just empty pages
Wrap yourself around me
Wrap yourself around me
As the needle slips into the run-out groove
Maybe you'll feel it too
Maybe you'll feel it too
Spineless dreamers hide in churches
Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses
I dream in emails, worn-out phrases
Mile after mile of just empty pages
Spineless dreamers hide in churches
Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses
I dream in emails, worn-out phrases
Mile after mile of just empty pages"
em "Perfect Symmetry" de Keane
sábado, 16 de outubro de 2010
"Let It Die"
"We had fire in our eyes
In the beginning we
Never felt so alive
In the beginning you
You blame me but
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try
I just don't wanna hear it anymore
I swear I never meant to let it die
I just don't care about you anymore
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try
I just don't care about you anymore
We had time on our side
In the beginning we
We had nothing to hide
In the beginning you
You blame me but
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try
I just don't wanna hear it anymore
I swear I never meant to let it die
I just don't care about you anymore
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try
I just don't care about you anymore
You say that I didn't try
You say that I didn't try
You say that I didn't try
I swear I never meant to let it die
I just don't care about you anymore
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try
I just don't care about you anymore
I just don't care about you anymore
I just don't care about you anymore
I just don't care about you anymore
I just don't care about you anymore"
em "Let It Die" de Three Days Grace
In the beginning we
Never felt so alive
In the beginning you
You blame me but
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try
I just don't wanna hear it anymore
I swear I never meant to let it die
I just don't care about you anymore
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try
I just don't care about you anymore
We had time on our side
In the beginning we
We had nothing to hide
In the beginning you
You blame me but
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try
I just don't wanna hear it anymore
I swear I never meant to let it die
I just don't care about you anymore
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try
I just don't care about you anymore
You say that I didn't try
You say that I didn't try
You say that I didn't try
I swear I never meant to let it die
I just don't care about you anymore
It's not fair when you say that I didn't try
I just don't care about you anymore
I just don't care about you anymore
I just don't care about you anymore
I just don't care about you anymore
I just don't care about you anymore"
em "Let It Die" de Three Days Grace
quarta-feira, 13 de outubro de 2010
segunda-feira, 11 de outubro de 2010
"Not Afraid"
"[Intro (during Chorus):]
Yeah, it's been a ride
I guess I had to, go to that place, to get to this one
Now some of you, might still be in that place
If you're tryin to get out, just follow me
I'll get you there
[Chorus:]
I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid)
To take a stand (to take a stand)
Everybody (everybody)
Come take my hand (come take my hand)
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just lettin you know that, you're not alone
Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road (same road)
You could try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em
But you won't take the sting out these words before I say 'em
Cause ain't no way I'ma let you stop me from causin mayhem
When I say 'em or do somethin I do it, I don't give a damn
what you think, I'm doin this for me, so fuck the world
Feed it beans, it's gassed up, if it thinks it's stoppin me
I'ma be what I set out to be, without a doubt undoubtedly
And all those who look down on me I'm tearin down your balcony
No if ands or buts, don't try to ask him why or how can he
From "Infinite" down to the last "Relapse" album
he's still shit and, whether he's on salary paid hourly
Until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him
Whichever comes first, for better or worse
He's married to the game, like a fuck you for Christmas
His gift is a curse, forget the Earth, he's got the urge
to pull his dick from the dirt, and fuck the whole universe
[Chorus]
Okay quit playin with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap
I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in the rhythm for you to know it's a rap
You said you was king, you lied through your teeth, for that
Fuck your feelings, instead of gettin crowned you're gettin capped
And to the fans, I'll never let you down again, I'm back
I promise to never go back on that promise, in fact
Let's be honest, that last "Relapse" CD was ehhh
Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground
Relax, I ain't goin back to that now
All I'm tryin to say is get back, click-clack, blaow
Cause I ain't playin around
It's a game called circle and I don't know how, I'm way too up to back down
But I think I'm still tryin to figure this crap out
Thought I had it mapped out but I guess I didn't, this fuckin black cloud
still follows, me around but it's time to exorcise these demons
These muh'fuckers are doin jumpin jacks now!
[Chorus]
And I just can't keep living this way
Sooo starting today, I'm breaking out of this caaaaage
I'm standing up, I'ma face my demons
I'm manning up, I'ma hold my ground
I've had enough, now I'm so fed up
Time to put my life back together right now! (now)
It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me
Admittedly, I probably did it subliminally
for you, so I could come back a brand new me you helped see me through
And don't even realize what you did, believe me you
I been through the ringer, but they could do little to the middle finger
I think I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of
my world, haters can make like bees with no stingers
and drop dead, no more beef lingers
No more drama from now on, I promise
to focus solely on handlin my responsibilities as a father
So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof, like my daughters
and raise it, you couldn't lift a single shingle on it!
Cause the way I feel, I'm strong enough to go to the club
or the corner pub, and lift the whole liquor counter up
Cause I'm raising the bar
I'll shoot for the moon but I'm too busy gazin at stars
I feel amazing and I'm
[Chorus] "
em "Not Afraid" de Eminem
Yeah, it's been a ride
I guess I had to, go to that place, to get to this one
Now some of you, might still be in that place
If you're tryin to get out, just follow me
I'll get you there
[Chorus:]
I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid)
To take a stand (to take a stand)
Everybody (everybody)
Come take my hand (come take my hand)
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just lettin you know that, you're not alone
Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road (same road)
You could try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em
But you won't take the sting out these words before I say 'em
Cause ain't no way I'ma let you stop me from causin mayhem
When I say 'em or do somethin I do it, I don't give a damn
what you think, I'm doin this for me, so fuck the world
Feed it beans, it's gassed up, if it thinks it's stoppin me
I'ma be what I set out to be, without a doubt undoubtedly
And all those who look down on me I'm tearin down your balcony
No if ands or buts, don't try to ask him why or how can he
From "Infinite" down to the last "Relapse" album
he's still shit and, whether he's on salary paid hourly
Until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him
Whichever comes first, for better or worse
He's married to the game, like a fuck you for Christmas
His gift is a curse, forget the Earth, he's got the urge
to pull his dick from the dirt, and fuck the whole universe
[Chorus]
Okay quit playin with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap
I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in the rhythm for you to know it's a rap
You said you was king, you lied through your teeth, for that
Fuck your feelings, instead of gettin crowned you're gettin capped
And to the fans, I'll never let you down again, I'm back
I promise to never go back on that promise, in fact
Let's be honest, that last "Relapse" CD was ehhh
Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground
Relax, I ain't goin back to that now
All I'm tryin to say is get back, click-clack, blaow
Cause I ain't playin around
It's a game called circle and I don't know how, I'm way too up to back down
But I think I'm still tryin to figure this crap out
Thought I had it mapped out but I guess I didn't, this fuckin black cloud
still follows, me around but it's time to exorcise these demons
These muh'fuckers are doin jumpin jacks now!
[Chorus]
And I just can't keep living this way
Sooo starting today, I'm breaking out of this caaaaage
I'm standing up, I'ma face my demons
I'm manning up, I'ma hold my ground
I've had enough, now I'm so fed up
Time to put my life back together right now! (now)
It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me
Admittedly, I probably did it subliminally
for you, so I could come back a brand new me you helped see me through
And don't even realize what you did, believe me you
I been through the ringer, but they could do little to the middle finger
I think I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of
my world, haters can make like bees with no stingers
and drop dead, no more beef lingers
No more drama from now on, I promise
to focus solely on handlin my responsibilities as a father
So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof, like my daughters
and raise it, you couldn't lift a single shingle on it!
Cause the way I feel, I'm strong enough to go to the club
or the corner pub, and lift the whole liquor counter up
Cause I'm raising the bar
I'll shoot for the moon but I'm too busy gazin at stars
I feel amazing and I'm
[Chorus] "
em "Not Afraid" de Eminem
quinta-feira, 7 de outubro de 2010
"You Could Have It So Much Better"
"The last message you sent said I looked really down
That I oughtta come over and talk about it
Well I wasn't down
I just wasn't smiling at you, yeah
As I look at you now it seems
That your slapping my back as if it's alright but it's not
I'm trying to get up but you're pushing me down
Yeah, you're pushing me down
So I'll get up on my own
Oh, I'll get up on my own
Get up on my own
Oh, I'll get up on my own
Yeah, I'll get up on my own
Get up on my own
Oh, I'll get up on my own
Get up on my own, yeah
Now there's some grinning goon on my TV screen
Telling us all that it's alright because she wears this and he said that
And if you get some of these it'll all be alright
Yeah, if you get some of these it'll all be alright
Well I refuse to be a cynical goon
Passing the masses an easy answer
Cause it won't be alright
Oh no, it won't be alright
Oh no, it won't be alright
It won't be alright
Unless you get up, get up
Come on and get up, get up
I need to get up, get up
Come on get up, get up
So come on get up, get up
Come on get up, get up
Unless you get up, get up
So get up, get up, yeah
That's right
[Solo]
Well I'm just a voice in your earpiece
Telling you no, it's not alright
You know, you could have it so much better
You could have it so much better
If you tried
If you tried
If you tried
If you tried
So get up on your own
Baby, get up on your own
Get up on your own
Baby, get up on your own
Yeah, get up on your own
So get up on your own
Get up on your own
So get up on your own
Get up, get up
Come on, get up, get up
That's right, get up, get up
Come on and get up, get up
Come on, get up, get up
Yeah, get up, get up
Come on and get up, get up
Go get up, get up
Yeah!"
em "You Could Have It So Much Better" de Franz Ferdinand
That I oughtta come over and talk about it
Well I wasn't down
I just wasn't smiling at you, yeah
As I look at you now it seems
That your slapping my back as if it's alright but it's not
I'm trying to get up but you're pushing me down
Yeah, you're pushing me down
So I'll get up on my own
Oh, I'll get up on my own
Get up on my own
Oh, I'll get up on my own
Yeah, I'll get up on my own
Get up on my own
Oh, I'll get up on my own
Get up on my own, yeah
Now there's some grinning goon on my TV screen
Telling us all that it's alright because she wears this and he said that
And if you get some of these it'll all be alright
Yeah, if you get some of these it'll all be alright
Well I refuse to be a cynical goon
Passing the masses an easy answer
Cause it won't be alright
Oh no, it won't be alright
Oh no, it won't be alright
It won't be alright
Unless you get up, get up
Come on and get up, get up
I need to get up, get up
Come on get up, get up
So come on get up, get up
Come on get up, get up
Unless you get up, get up
So get up, get up, yeah
That's right
[Solo]
Well I'm just a voice in your earpiece
Telling you no, it's not alright
You know, you could have it so much better
You could have it so much better
If you tried
If you tried
If you tried
If you tried
So get up on your own
Baby, get up on your own
Get up on your own
Baby, get up on your own
Yeah, get up on your own
So get up on your own
Get up on your own
So get up on your own
Get up, get up
Come on, get up, get up
That's right, get up, get up
Come on and get up, get up
Come on, get up, get up
Yeah, get up, get up
Come on and get up, get up
Go get up, get up
Yeah!"
em "You Could Have It So Much Better" de Franz Ferdinand
quarta-feira, 6 de outubro de 2010
terça-feira, 5 de outubro de 2010
"Desabafo"
Desprovido de personalidade. Roubado da minha pessoa. Despido de mim. Plágios, roubos de escritas, canções. Autores únicos que são banalizados constantemente por vagabundos literários que nada sabem, nada sentem, nada vivem das suas obras.
Não os tornem vulgares, lugares-comuns de insignificância e respeitem-nos!
Não os tornem vulgares, lugares-comuns de insignificância e respeitem-nos!
"State of Our Affairs"
"Morning wears a veil of rain
Above the city I live in
The traffic‘s edging forward again
But no-one knows where they’re going
Could it be a sign of our affairs
I’m seeing?
Cause we’ll still be here
When weather turns, and blue skies reappear
And you're crestfallen
Well you climb Mt. Desolation yet again
And you find we’re all just ordinary men.
Find some comfort in a bar
And hear the news from my brother
He tore his happiness apart
And says his heart won’t recover
Is this just a sign of our affairs
I’m seeing?
Cause we’ll still be here
When weather turns, and blue skies reappear
When your crestfallen
You climb Mt. Desolation yet again
And you find we’re all just ordinary men"
em "State of Our Affairs" de Mt. Desolation
Above the city I live in
The traffic‘s edging forward again
But no-one knows where they’re going
Could it be a sign of our affairs
I’m seeing?
Cause we’ll still be here
When weather turns, and blue skies reappear
And you're crestfallen
Well you climb Mt. Desolation yet again
And you find we’re all just ordinary men.
Find some comfort in a bar
And hear the news from my brother
He tore his happiness apart
And says his heart won’t recover
Is this just a sign of our affairs
I’m seeing?
Cause we’ll still be here
When weather turns, and blue skies reappear
When your crestfallen
You climb Mt. Desolation yet again
And you find we’re all just ordinary men"
em "State of Our Affairs" de Mt. Desolation
domingo, 3 de outubro de 2010
"Glosa"
"Sofre, pois te não sofreste
na vida que já vivias,
sofre, pois te tu perdeste,
sofre pois não conheceste
como t'outra vez perdias;
sofre, pois já livre estavas
e quiseste sujeição,
sofre, pois te não lembravas
das dores de qu'escapavas,
sofre, sofre!"
de Jorge de Aguiar
na vida que já vivias,
sofre, pois te tu perdeste,
sofre pois não conheceste
como t'outra vez perdias;
sofre, pois já livre estavas
e quiseste sujeição,
sofre, pois te não lembravas
das dores de qu'escapavas,
sofre, sofre!"
de Jorge de Aguiar
sábado, 2 de outubro de 2010
"He Used To Be a Lovely Boy"
"Time to leave this town
now your dreams have all let you down,
No one here will miss you now,
Time to wake up and look around.
He used to be a lovely boy,
lovely boy, lovely boy.
He used to be a lovely boy.
Turn away and turn a head,
just a hopeless dreamer she said,
Eyes of cloud and feet of lead,
find a shore that needs you instead.
He used to be a lovely boy,
lovely boy, lovely boy.
He used to be a lovely boy.
Time on your hands,
world at your feet,
no adventure left incomplete.
(Scatting)
Find a place where you can hide
from the love that holds you inside,
time's so unkind,
like an old friend leaves you behind.
He used to be a lovely boy,
lovely boy, lovely boy.
He used to be a lovely boy.
Time on your hands..."
em "He Used To Be a Lovely Boy" de Keane
now your dreams have all let you down,
No one here will miss you now,
Time to wake up and look around.
He used to be a lovely boy,
lovely boy, lovely boy.
He used to be a lovely boy.
Turn away and turn a head,
just a hopeless dreamer she said,
Eyes of cloud and feet of lead,
find a shore that needs you instead.
He used to be a lovely boy,
lovely boy, lovely boy.
He used to be a lovely boy.
Time on your hands,
world at your feet,
no adventure left incomplete.
(Scatting)
Find a place where you can hide
from the love that holds you inside,
time's so unkind,
like an old friend leaves you behind.
He used to be a lovely boy,
lovely boy, lovely boy.
He used to be a lovely boy.
Time on your hands..."
em "He Used To Be a Lovely Boy" de Keane
quinta-feira, 30 de setembro de 2010
"Dorian Gray"
"Só as pessoas fúteis precisam de anos para se libertarem de qualquer emoção. Um homem que seja senhor de si consegue pôr fim a uma tristeza com a mesma facilidade com que inventa um prazer. Não quero ficar à mercê das minhas emoções. Quero usá-las, desfrutá-las, dominá-las."
de Oscar Wilde
de Oscar Wilde
terça-feira, 28 de setembro de 2010
"Uno"
"This means nothing to me
'Cause you are nothing to me
And it means nothing to me
That you blew this away
'Cause you could've been number one
If you only found the time
And you could've ruled the whole world
If you had the chance
You could've been number one
And you could've ruled the whole world
And we could've had so much fun
But you blew it away
You're still nothing to me
And this is nothing to me
And you don't know what you've done
But I'll give you a clue
You could've been number one
If you only had the chance
And you could've ruled the whole world
If you had the time
You could've been number one
And you could've ruled the whole world
And we could've had so much fun
But you blew it away
You could've been number one
And you could've ruled the whole world
And we could've had so much fun
But you blew it away"
em "Uno" de Muse
'Cause you are nothing to me
And it means nothing to me
That you blew this away
'Cause you could've been number one
If you only found the time
And you could've ruled the whole world
If you had the chance
You could've been number one
And you could've ruled the whole world
And we could've had so much fun
But you blew it away
You're still nothing to me
And this is nothing to me
And you don't know what you've done
But I'll give you a clue
You could've been number one
If you only had the chance
And you could've ruled the whole world
If you had the time
You could've been number one
And you could've ruled the whole world
And we could've had so much fun
But you blew it away
You could've been number one
And you could've ruled the whole world
And we could've had so much fun
But you blew it away"
em "Uno" de Muse
terça-feira, 21 de setembro de 2010
"Wake Up"
"I'm not sober all the time
You bring me down at least you try
Until we see this eye to eye
I don't want you
I must be running out of luck
Cause you're just not drunk enough to fuck
And now I've had it up to here
I don't, i don't want you
It took so long to say
You walked away from me
When I need you
Wake up I'm pounding on the door
I'm not the man I was before
Where the hell are you
When I need you
Wake up I'm pounding on the door
I won't hurt you anymore
Where the hell are you
When I need you
I'm not angry all the time
You push me down, at least you try
Until we see this eye to eye
I don't want you
It took so long to say
You walked away from me
When I need you
Wake up I'm pounding on the door
I'm not the man I was before
Where the hell are you
When I need you
Wake up I'm pounding on the door
I won't hurt you anymore
Where the hell are you
When I need you
It took so long to say
You walked away from me
When I need you
Wake up I'm pounding on the door
I'm not the man I was before
Where the hell are you
When I need you
Wake up I'm pounding on the door
I won't hurt you anymore
Where the hell are you
When I need you"
em "Wake Up" de Three Days Grace
You bring me down at least you try
Until we see this eye to eye
I don't want you
I must be running out of luck
Cause you're just not drunk enough to fuck
And now I've had it up to here
I don't, i don't want you
It took so long to say
You walked away from me
When I need you
Wake up I'm pounding on the door
I'm not the man I was before
Where the hell are you
When I need you
Wake up I'm pounding on the door
I won't hurt you anymore
Where the hell are you
When I need you
I'm not angry all the time
You push me down, at least you try
Until we see this eye to eye
I don't want you
It took so long to say
You walked away from me
When I need you
Wake up I'm pounding on the door
I'm not the man I was before
Where the hell are you
When I need you
Wake up I'm pounding on the door
I won't hurt you anymore
Where the hell are you
When I need you
It took so long to say
You walked away from me
When I need you
Wake up I'm pounding on the door
I'm not the man I was before
Where the hell are you
When I need you
Wake up I'm pounding on the door
I won't hurt you anymore
Where the hell are you
When I need you"
em "Wake Up" de Three Days Grace
segunda-feira, 20 de setembro de 2010
"Dance Little Liar"
I heard the truth was built to bend
A mechanism to suspend the guilt
Is what you are requiring still
You’ve got to dance little liar
Just like those fibbs that pop and fizz
And you’ll be forced to take that awful quiz
And you’re bound to trip
And she’ll detect the fiction on
Your lips and dig a contradiction up
And the clean coming will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When there’s dirt beneath the dirt
The liar take a lot less time
I’m sure it’s clear and plain to me
Its not an alibi you need just yet
Oh no it’s something for those beads of sweat
Yes that we’ll get you back to normal
And after you have dabbed the patch you’ll grieve
And then proceed to scratch the varnish off
That newly added calmness
So as not to raise any alarms too soon
And the clean coming will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When there’s dirt beneath the dirt
The liar takes a lot less
Time to decide on his saunter
Have you got itchy bones
And in all your time alone
Can you hack your mind being riddled
with the wrong memories
And the clean coming will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When there’s dirt between the dirt
de "Dance Little Liar" de Arctic Monkeys
A mechanism to suspend the guilt
Is what you are requiring still
You’ve got to dance little liar
Just like those fibbs that pop and fizz
And you’ll be forced to take that awful quiz
And you’re bound to trip
And she’ll detect the fiction on
Your lips and dig a contradiction up
And the clean coming will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When there’s dirt beneath the dirt
The liar take a lot less time
I’m sure it’s clear and plain to me
Its not an alibi you need just yet
Oh no it’s something for those beads of sweat
Yes that we’ll get you back to normal
And after you have dabbed the patch you’ll grieve
And then proceed to scratch the varnish off
That newly added calmness
So as not to raise any alarms too soon
And the clean coming will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When there’s dirt beneath the dirt
The liar takes a lot less
Time to decide on his saunter
Have you got itchy bones
And in all your time alone
Can you hack your mind being riddled
with the wrong memories
And the clean coming will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When there’s dirt between the dirt
de "Dance Little Liar" de Arctic Monkeys
quarta-feira, 15 de setembro de 2010
"Rosas do Ser"
São vários aqueles que tentam definir a vida, sendo poucos aqueles que se aproximam sequer de a caracterizar. A vida é um conjunto de escolhas que fazemos é sem dúvida uma que adjectiva a nossa existência. "A vida não é um mar de rosas" é uma expressão que já todos ouvimos e certamente todos concordam. Arriscando martírio, atrevo-me a discordar.
Aliás, penso que não existe melhor maneira de a descrever. Uma rosa é tida como a mais bela das flores, graças ás suas pétalas escarlates, ao seu perfume do magnífico, tal como a vida tem os seus bons momentos, as suas boas recordações.
Mas, e tal como a vida, a rosa tem também espinhos que nos ferem, que nos marcam, que rasgam o nosso corpo e alma deixando golpes difíceis de sarar.
É indubitável que a morte é o mais afiado de todos os espinhos. Perder alguém que nos é querido, alguém que estimamos mais que tudo pode ser um espinho capaz de nos levar a esquecer o aroma da vida, a obrigar o vermelho das pétalas a esvair-se para a palidez do luto.
Cuidem das roseiras que vos rodeiam, das rosas que são e mergulhem no mar florido da existência.
Aliás, penso que não existe melhor maneira de a descrever. Uma rosa é tida como a mais bela das flores, graças ás suas pétalas escarlates, ao seu perfume do magnífico, tal como a vida tem os seus bons momentos, as suas boas recordações.
Mas, e tal como a vida, a rosa tem também espinhos que nos ferem, que nos marcam, que rasgam o nosso corpo e alma deixando golpes difíceis de sarar.
É indubitável que a morte é o mais afiado de todos os espinhos. Perder alguém que nos é querido, alguém que estimamos mais que tudo pode ser um espinho capaz de nos levar a esquecer o aroma da vida, a obrigar o vermelho das pétalas a esvair-se para a palidez do luto.
Cuidem das roseiras que vos rodeiam, das rosas que são e mergulhem no mar florido da existência.
segunda-feira, 13 de setembro de 2010
sexta-feira, 10 de setembro de 2010
"Hey You"
"Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.
But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.
Hey you, out there on the road
always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall."
de "Hey You" de Pink Floyd
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.
But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.
Hey you, out there on the road
always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall."
de "Hey You" de Pink Floyd
terça-feira, 7 de setembro de 2010
"Same Mistake"
"Saw the world turning in my sheets
And once again, I cannot sleep
Walk out the door and up the street
Look at the stars beneath my feet
Remember rights that I did wrong
So here I go
Hello, hello
There is no place I cannot go
My mind is muddy but
My heart is heavy, does it show
I lose the track that loses me
So here I go
Oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo...
And so I sent some men to fight,
And one came back at dead of night,
Said "Have you seen my enemy?"
Said "he looked just like me"
So I set out to cut myself
And here I go"
em "Same Mistake" de James Blunt
And once again, I cannot sleep
Walk out the door and up the street
Look at the stars beneath my feet
Remember rights that I did wrong
So here I go
Hello, hello
There is no place I cannot go
My mind is muddy but
My heart is heavy, does it show
I lose the track that loses me
So here I go
Oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo...
And so I sent some men to fight,
And one came back at dead of night,
Said "Have you seen my enemy?"
Said "he looked just like me"
So I set out to cut myself
And here I go"
em "Same Mistake" de James Blunt
sábado, 28 de agosto de 2010
"Gone Forever"
"Don't know what's going on
Don't know what went wrong
Feels like a hundred years I
Still can't believe you're gone
So I'll stay up all night
With these bloodshot eyes
While these walls surround me with the story of our life
I feel so much better
Now that you're gone forever
I tell myself that I don't miss you at all
I'm not lying, denying that I feel so much better now
That you're gone forever
Now things are coming clear
And I don't need you here
And in this world around me
I'm glad you disappeared
So I'll stay out all night
Get drunk and fuckin' fight
Until the morning comes I'll
Forget about our life
I feel so much better
Now that you're gone forever
I tell myself that I don't miss you at all
I'm not lying, denying that I feel so much better now
That you're gone forever
First time you screamed at me
I should have made you leave
I should have known it could be so much better
I hope you're missing me
I hope I've made you see
That I'm gone forever
And now it's coming clear
That I don't need you here
And in this world around me
I'm glad you disappeared
I feel so much better
Now that you're gone forever
I tell myself that I don't miss you at all
I'm not lying, denying that I feel so much better now
That you're gone forever
And now you're gone forever
And now you're gone forever"
em "Gone Forever" de Three Days Grace
Don't know what went wrong
Feels like a hundred years I
Still can't believe you're gone
So I'll stay up all night
With these bloodshot eyes
While these walls surround me with the story of our life
I feel so much better
Now that you're gone forever
I tell myself that I don't miss you at all
I'm not lying, denying that I feel so much better now
That you're gone forever
Now things are coming clear
And I don't need you here
And in this world around me
I'm glad you disappeared
So I'll stay out all night
Get drunk and fuckin' fight
Until the morning comes I'll
Forget about our life
I feel so much better
Now that you're gone forever
I tell myself that I don't miss you at all
I'm not lying, denying that I feel so much better now
That you're gone forever
First time you screamed at me
I should have made you leave
I should have known it could be so much better
I hope you're missing me
I hope I've made you see
That I'm gone forever
And now it's coming clear
That I don't need you here
And in this world around me
I'm glad you disappeared
I feel so much better
Now that you're gone forever
I tell myself that I don't miss you at all
I'm not lying, denying that I feel so much better now
That you're gone forever
And now you're gone forever
And now you're gone forever"
em "Gone Forever" de Three Days Grace
sexta-feira, 27 de agosto de 2010
"Take Me Under"
"Now it seems I’m fading
All my dreams are not worth saving
I’ve done my share of waiting
And I’ve still got nowhere else to go
So I wait for you to
Take me all the way
Take me all the way
Seems you’re wanting me to stay
But my dreams would surely waste away
And I still have nowhere else to go
So I wait for you to
Take me all the way
Take me all the way
Push me under
Pull me farther
Take me all the way
Take me all the way
Push me under
Pull me farther
Take me all the way
Take me all the way
Now it seems you’re leaving
But we’ve only just begun
And you’ve still got nowhere else to go
So I wait for you to
Take me all the way
Take me all the way
Push me under
Pull me farther
Take me all the way
Take me all the way
Push me under
Pull me farther
Take me all the way
Take me all the way
And I’ve been waiting so long
And I’ve been waiting so long
And I’ve been waiting so long
So I wait for you to
Take me all the way
Push me under
Pull me farther
Take me all the way
Take me all the way
Push me under
Pull me farther
Take me all the way
Take me all the way
And I’ve been waiting so long
And I’ve been waiting so long
And I’ve been waiting so long
So I wait for you to
Take me all the way
Take me all the way"
em "Take Me Under" de Three Days Grace
All my dreams are not worth saving
I’ve done my share of waiting
And I’ve still got nowhere else to go
So I wait for you to
Take me all the way
Take me all the way
Seems you’re wanting me to stay
But my dreams would surely waste away
And I still have nowhere else to go
So I wait for you to
Take me all the way
Take me all the way
Push me under
Pull me farther
Take me all the way
Take me all the way
Push me under
Pull me farther
Take me all the way
Take me all the way
Now it seems you’re leaving
But we’ve only just begun
And you’ve still got nowhere else to go
So I wait for you to
Take me all the way
Take me all the way
Push me under
Pull me farther
Take me all the way
Take me all the way
Push me under
Pull me farther
Take me all the way
Take me all the way
And I’ve been waiting so long
And I’ve been waiting so long
And I’ve been waiting so long
So I wait for you to
Take me all the way
Push me under
Pull me farther
Take me all the way
Take me all the way
Push me under
Pull me farther
Take me all the way
Take me all the way
And I’ve been waiting so long
And I’ve been waiting so long
And I’ve been waiting so long
So I wait for you to
Take me all the way
Take me all the way"
em "Take Me Under" de Three Days Grace
quarta-feira, 25 de agosto de 2010
"De Novo Agora"
Tiraste-me a escrita. Fizeste-me duvidar se tinha de facto amizades, o que era sequer a amizade. Tanto dentro de mim para escrever mas nenhuma folha parecia capaz de suportar as palavras. Porquê? Porque já as havia escrito. Termina agora esse sofrimento analfabeto e iletrado.
DOMINGO, 16 DE MAIO DE 2010
Agora
Agora que contemplo o cadáver da nossa amizade vejo a mentira que fomos. O cheiro do corpo inanimado, nefasto e pútrido, lembra-me a falsidade do passado. Os seus olhos gaseados estão vidrados nos meus, pedem me empatia, pena... Quantas vezes não lhos dei? Quantas vezes não fui eu uma marioneta controlada pelos fios lacrimosos daquele olhar hipócrita? Quantas vezes acreditei que eles reflectiam a necessidade da tua alma de ser amada, querida?
Agora sei que reflectem, tal como um espelho, a tua alma. Espelho distorcido numa qualquer feira de ilusões num local distante e só. Novamente o perfume da escória humana atormenta os meus sentidos. Náuseas, vómitos, o meu corpo fraqueja face à putridão que o assola.
Agora que te enterro sob o solo que todos pisamos, submissa aos nossos pés, sei que estou livre. O teu olhar nunca mais me prenderá. A jaula do teu coração ficará vazia. Observo do topo da vala o cadáver contaminado pelo ódio e pela ira, pela tristeza e pela melancolia de todos aqueles que o satânico corpo tocou e que agora o consomem até desaparecer na sombra e na escuridão da dor que trouxe ao mundo.
Agora que jaz morto, quieto, calado mas jamais em paz vejo que os erros do passado do nefasto ser serão pagos com o peso dos magoados e dos feridos sobre ele.
P.S. Aos restantes leitores peço desculpa por repetir o texto, espero ter tempo de escrever algo mais em breve.
DOMINGO, 16 DE MAIO DE 2010
Agora
Agora que contemplo o cadáver da nossa amizade vejo a mentira que fomos. O cheiro do corpo inanimado, nefasto e pútrido, lembra-me a falsidade do passado. Os seus olhos gaseados estão vidrados nos meus, pedem me empatia, pena... Quantas vezes não lhos dei? Quantas vezes não fui eu uma marioneta controlada pelos fios lacrimosos daquele olhar hipócrita? Quantas vezes acreditei que eles reflectiam a necessidade da tua alma de ser amada, querida?
Agora sei que reflectem, tal como um espelho, a tua alma. Espelho distorcido numa qualquer feira de ilusões num local distante e só. Novamente o perfume da escória humana atormenta os meus sentidos. Náuseas, vómitos, o meu corpo fraqueja face à putridão que o assola.
Agora que te enterro sob o solo que todos pisamos, submissa aos nossos pés, sei que estou livre. O teu olhar nunca mais me prenderá. A jaula do teu coração ficará vazia. Observo do topo da vala o cadáver contaminado pelo ódio e pela ira, pela tristeza e pela melancolia de todos aqueles que o satânico corpo tocou e que agora o consomem até desaparecer na sombra e na escuridão da dor que trouxe ao mundo.
Agora que jaz morto, quieto, calado mas jamais em paz vejo que os erros do passado do nefasto ser serão pagos com o peso dos magoados e dos feridos sobre ele.
P.S. Aos restantes leitores peço desculpa por repetir o texto, espero ter tempo de escrever algo mais em breve.
terça-feira, 24 de agosto de 2010
"Maps"
"I see I'm a long, long way from where I am supposed to be
And frankly I'm still happy here
I know where I'd rather be
So whether you’re lonely like the sun
Or you rely on everyone
There's no need to be lonely
There's no need to be low
We're lines and maps and cities and songs
Feel fear the closer it comes
Till I don't know how it feels
Till I don't know how it feels
Till I don't know
A million miles from anywhere
But anyway
I don't deny the more you see
The more I try to change your mind
So whether you’re lonely like the sun
Or you rely on everyone
There's no need to be lonely
There's no need to be low
We're lines and maps and cities and songs
Feel fear the closer it comes
Till I don't know how it feels
Till I don't know how it feels
Till I don't know
But I'm here whenever you say
Ever you say
Oh, little by little she blows
And that's the end of it
And little by little she blows
And that's the end of it"
em "Maps" de Keane
And frankly I'm still happy here
I know where I'd rather be
So whether you’re lonely like the sun
Or you rely on everyone
There's no need to be lonely
There's no need to be low
We're lines and maps and cities and songs
Feel fear the closer it comes
Till I don't know how it feels
Till I don't know how it feels
Till I don't know
A million miles from anywhere
But anyway
I don't deny the more you see
The more I try to change your mind
So whether you’re lonely like the sun
Or you rely on everyone
There's no need to be lonely
There's no need to be low
We're lines and maps and cities and songs
Feel fear the closer it comes
Till I don't know how it feels
Till I don't know how it feels
Till I don't know
But I'm here whenever you say
Ever you say
Oh, little by little she blows
And that's the end of it
And little by little she blows
And that's the end of it"
em "Maps" de Keane
segunda-feira, 23 de agosto de 2010
"Bounce"
"I been knocked down so many times
Counted out 6, 7, 8, 9
Written off like some bad deal
If you're breathing you know how it feels
Call it karma, call it luck
Me, I just don't give a
Bounce, Bounce Nothing's gonna keep me down
Bounce, Bounce Stand up, shout it out
Bounce, Bounce I play hard, I play to win
Count me out, count me in
I'll be bouncing back again
This ain't no game; I play it hard
Kicked around, cut, stitched and scarred
I'll take the hit but not the fall
I know no fear, still standing tall
You can call it karma, call it luck
Me, I just don't give a
Bounce, Bounce Nothing's gonna keep me down
Bounce, Bounce Stand up, shout it out
Bounce, Bounce I play hard, I play to win
Count me out, count me in
I'll be bouncing back again
Bounce!
Bring it on, I like it rough
In your face, I call your bluff
It ain't karma, it ain't luck
Me, I just don't give a
Bounce, Bounce Nothing's gonna keep me down
Bounce, Bounce Stand up, shout it out
Bounce, Bounce I play hard, I play to win
Count me out, count me in
I'll be bouncing back again
Bounce, Bounce
Nothing's gonna keep me down
Bounce, Bounce Stand up, shout it out
Bounce, Bounce I play hard, I play to win
Count me out, count me in
I'll be bouncing back again"
em "Bounce" de Bon Jovi
Counted out 6, 7, 8, 9
Written off like some bad deal
If you're breathing you know how it feels
Call it karma, call it luck
Me, I just don't give a
Bounce, Bounce Nothing's gonna keep me down
Bounce, Bounce Stand up, shout it out
Bounce, Bounce I play hard, I play to win
Count me out, count me in
I'll be bouncing back again
This ain't no game; I play it hard
Kicked around, cut, stitched and scarred
I'll take the hit but not the fall
I know no fear, still standing tall
You can call it karma, call it luck
Me, I just don't give a
Bounce, Bounce Nothing's gonna keep me down
Bounce, Bounce Stand up, shout it out
Bounce, Bounce I play hard, I play to win
Count me out, count me in
I'll be bouncing back again
Bounce!
Bring it on, I like it rough
In your face, I call your bluff
It ain't karma, it ain't luck
Me, I just don't give a
Bounce, Bounce Nothing's gonna keep me down
Bounce, Bounce Stand up, shout it out
Bounce, Bounce I play hard, I play to win
Count me out, count me in
I'll be bouncing back again
Bounce, Bounce
Nothing's gonna keep me down
Bounce, Bounce Stand up, shout it out
Bounce, Bounce I play hard, I play to win
Count me out, count me in
I'll be bouncing back again"
em "Bounce" de Bon Jovi
sábado, 21 de agosto de 2010
"Is It Any Wonder"
"I.. I always thought that I knew
I'd always have the right to
be living in the kingdom of the good and true and so on
But now I think I was wrong
and you were laughing along
And now I look a fool for thinking you were on...
My side,
Is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?
Sometimes it's hard to know where I stand,
it's hard to know where I am,
Well maybe it's a puzzle I don't understand.
Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm
stranded in the wrong time
where love is just a lyric in a children's rhyme, a soundbite
Is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?
Oh, these days, after all the misery made,
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?
Nothing left inside this old cathedral,
just the sad, lonely spires,
How do you make it right?
Oh, but you try,
Is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?
Oh, these days, after all the misery made,
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?"
em "Is It Any Wonder" de Keane
I'd always have the right to
be living in the kingdom of the good and true and so on
But now I think I was wrong
and you were laughing along
And now I look a fool for thinking you were on...
My side,
Is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?
Sometimes it's hard to know where I stand,
it's hard to know where I am,
Well maybe it's a puzzle I don't understand.
Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm
stranded in the wrong time
where love is just a lyric in a children's rhyme, a soundbite
Is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?
Oh, these days, after all the misery made,
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?
Nothing left inside this old cathedral,
just the sad, lonely spires,
How do you make it right?
Oh, but you try,
Is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?
Oh, these days, after all the misery made,
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?"
em "Is It Any Wonder" de Keane
quarta-feira, 18 de agosto de 2010
"A Bad Dream"
"Why do I have to fly
over every town up and down the line?
I'll die in the clouds above
and you that I defend, I do not love.
I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.
Where will I meet my fate?
Baby I'm a man, I was born to hate.
And when will I meet my end?
In a better time you could be my friend.
[chorus]
I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.
Wouldn't mind it
if you were by my side
But you're long gone,
yeah you're long gone now.
Where do we go?
I don't even know,
My strange old face,
And I'm thinking about those days,
And I'm thinking about those days.
I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.
Wouldn't mind it
if you were by my side
But you're long gone,
yeah you're long gone now."
de "A Bad Dream" de Keane
over every town up and down the line?
I'll die in the clouds above
and you that I defend, I do not love.
I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.
Where will I meet my fate?
Baby I'm a man, I was born to hate.
And when will I meet my end?
In a better time you could be my friend.
[chorus]
I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.
Wouldn't mind it
if you were by my side
But you're long gone,
yeah you're long gone now.
Where do we go?
I don't even know,
My strange old face,
And I'm thinking about those days,
And I'm thinking about those days.
I wake up, it's a bad dream,
No one on my side,
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
to be fighting,
guess I'm not the fighting kind.
Wouldn't mind it
if you were by my side
But you're long gone,
yeah you're long gone now."
de "A Bad Dream" de Keane
domingo, 15 de agosto de 2010
"I Can't Hear The Music"
"Is it a warning
Is it an evil sign
Is it a people who have lost their minds
Is it the darkness
Is it a man resigned
Is it a best friend leaving you behind
Is it ever gonna stop? Will they ever let you go?
You're in a rush, they don't care enough 'cause their lives are very slow.
Time is ticking on. You don't get a second shot,
And When you sell your soul for a leading role, will The Lost Souls be forgot?
And if I can't hear the music
and the audience is gone
I'll dance here on my own
And I'll hope the Lonely Hearts Club Band will play out one last song,
Before the sun goes down.
And is it envy? Should it really make you sick?
Is now the time that you realize you'd better get out quick?
'Cause time is ticking on too long to fake your smile,
But then you sold your soul for a leading role, so wear it for awhile.
And if I can't hear the music
and the audience is gone
I'll dance here on my own
And I hope the Lonely Hearts' Club Band will play out one last song,
Before the sun goes down,
And there she goes. And there she goes.
So run, Yoshimi, run. 'Cause Billy's got himself a gun,
And you're right to be afraid: They'll send you to your grave
'Cause you're strange and new
So run, Yoshimi, run. 'Cause billy's got himself a gun,
And you're right to be afriaid: they'll send you to your grave
'Cause you're strange and new.
And if I can't hear the music and the audience is gone, I'll dance."
em "I Can't Hear The Music" de James Blunt
Is it an evil sign
Is it a people who have lost their minds
Is it the darkness
Is it a man resigned
Is it a best friend leaving you behind
Is it ever gonna stop? Will they ever let you go?
You're in a rush, they don't care enough 'cause their lives are very slow.
Time is ticking on. You don't get a second shot,
And When you sell your soul for a leading role, will The Lost Souls be forgot?
And if I can't hear the music
and the audience is gone
I'll dance here on my own
And I'll hope the Lonely Hearts Club Band will play out one last song,
Before the sun goes down.
And is it envy? Should it really make you sick?
Is now the time that you realize you'd better get out quick?
'Cause time is ticking on too long to fake your smile,
But then you sold your soul for a leading role, so wear it for awhile.
And if I can't hear the music
and the audience is gone
I'll dance here on my own
And I hope the Lonely Hearts' Club Band will play out one last song,
Before the sun goes down,
And there she goes. And there she goes.
So run, Yoshimi, run. 'Cause Billy's got himself a gun,
And you're right to be afraid: They'll send you to your grave
'Cause you're strange and new
So run, Yoshimi, run. 'Cause billy's got himself a gun,
And you're right to be afriaid: they'll send you to your grave
'Cause you're strange and new.
And if I can't hear the music and the audience is gone, I'll dance."
em "I Can't Hear The Music" de James Blunt
sexta-feira, 13 de agosto de 2010
"Cadente"
O céu quebra-se, abre rachas. A luz que ostenta de dia já se afogou moribunda nas àguas do horizonte, na saudade, na verdadeira saudade que enche os mares e apenas o brilho do breu o preenche.
Os rasgos de luz da noite estendem-se e cortam a celestial esfera corpórea que nos engloba afundando-se também eles nas profundezas dos horizontes.
Até que, tão depressa como se abriram, as fendas abrasantes fecham e apenas o semblante escuro e sombrio do futuro permanece sobre nós.
P.S. Aproveito para apresentar as minhas desculpas ao crescente número de leitores pela ausência e pequeno tamanho dos textos mas tem me sido impossível dada a altura veranil em que nos encontramos publicar algo mais.
Os rasgos de luz da noite estendem-se e cortam a celestial esfera corpórea que nos engloba afundando-se também eles nas profundezas dos horizontes.
Até que, tão depressa como se abriram, as fendas abrasantes fecham e apenas o semblante escuro e sombrio do futuro permanece sobre nós.
P.S. Aproveito para apresentar as minhas desculpas ao crescente número de leitores pela ausência e pequeno tamanho dos textos mas tem me sido impossível dada a altura veranil em que nos encontramos publicar algo mais.
sexta-feira, 6 de agosto de 2010
quinta-feira, 5 de agosto de 2010
"Stop For a Minute"
"Sinking in the pain she's been inflicting
Yet she's feeling like the victim
Just a horoscope's to blame,
Sometimes I feel like it's all been done,
Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one,
Sometimes I wanna shout out 'til everything goes quiet
Sometimes I wonder why I was ever born."
retirado e adaptado de "Stop for a Minute" de Keane
Yet she's feeling like the victim
Just a horoscope's to blame,
Sometimes I feel like it's all been done,
Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one,
Sometimes I wanna shout out 'til everything goes quiet
Sometimes I wonder why I was ever born."
retirado e adaptado de "Stop for a Minute" de Keane
sábado, 31 de julho de 2010
"If You Were There Beware"
"If you were there, beware
The serpent soul pinchers
Three hundred and fifty no thank yous and nobody flinches
Go on girl go on, give us something gruesome
We require your grief, the thugs help the thieves
If you were there, beware
The serpent soul pinchers
Can't you sense she was never meant
To fill column inches
And you've had enough, what you're trying to dig up
Isn't there to be dug, the thieves help the thugs
There's a circle of witches, ambitiously vicious they are
Our attempts to remind them of reason won't get us that far
I don't know what it is that they want
I don't know what it is that they want"
adaptado de "If You Were There Beware" de Arctic Monkeys
The serpent soul pinchers
Three hundred and fifty no thank yous and nobody flinches
Go on girl go on, give us something gruesome
We require your grief, the thugs help the thieves
If you were there, beware
The serpent soul pinchers
Can't you sense she was never meant
To fill column inches
And you've had enough, what you're trying to dig up
Isn't there to be dug, the thieves help the thugs
There's a circle of witches, ambitiously vicious they are
Our attempts to remind them of reason won't get us that far
I don't know what it is that they want
I don't know what it is that they want"
adaptado de "If You Were There Beware" de Arctic Monkeys
sexta-feira, 16 de julho de 2010
"Heat de Verão"
"Eu quero ser eternamente moderno
Eu quero ser modernamente terno e eterno
Eu quero ter sempre o teu calor no máximo
Quarenta graus à sombra, menos seria péssimo
Sempre, sempre que é Verão os suores
Vão do frio ao quente e ao gelado de amores
Lambe o sal e o meu creme solar
Morde o meu ombro ou o menu do jantar
O iceberg cai da base também
Se formos ao fundo diz-me só se estás bem
O sol a pique e a dizer-lhe que fique
O sol a pôr-se onde o amor se parece
A lua a brilhar, só se foi de te amar
O sol a nascer só se foi… de te… reconhecer
Eu quero ter o teu ar condicionado
Vou respirar em pleno o nosso amor sussurrado
Se adoecermos assim não é grave
Se eu quisesse ir para casa tinha trazido a chave
Há-de haver uma “roulote” ainda aberta
Só negoceio um beijo, o segundo é oferta
Eu quero é ser eternamente moderno
Eu quero é ser modernamente terno e eterno
O iceberg a nossos pés afundou
Se viermos à tona diz-me só quem eu sou
O sol a pique e a dizer-lhe que fique
O sol a pôr-se onde o amor se parece
A lua a brilhar, só se foi de te amar
O sol a nascer só se foi… de te… reconhecer"
de Sérgio Godinho e Gomo
SUPER BOCK SUPER ROCK 2010
Eu quero ser modernamente terno e eterno
Eu quero ter sempre o teu calor no máximo
Quarenta graus à sombra, menos seria péssimo
Sempre, sempre que é Verão os suores
Vão do frio ao quente e ao gelado de amores
Lambe o sal e o meu creme solar
Morde o meu ombro ou o menu do jantar
O iceberg cai da base também
Se formos ao fundo diz-me só se estás bem
O sol a pique e a dizer-lhe que fique
O sol a pôr-se onde o amor se parece
A lua a brilhar, só se foi de te amar
O sol a nascer só se foi… de te… reconhecer
Eu quero ter o teu ar condicionado
Vou respirar em pleno o nosso amor sussurrado
Se adoecermos assim não é grave
Se eu quisesse ir para casa tinha trazido a chave
Há-de haver uma “roulote” ainda aberta
Só negoceio um beijo, o segundo é oferta
Eu quero é ser eternamente moderno
Eu quero é ser modernamente terno e eterno
O iceberg a nossos pés afundou
Se viermos à tona diz-me só quem eu sou
O sol a pique e a dizer-lhe que fique
O sol a pôr-se onde o amor se parece
A lua a brilhar, só se foi de te amar
O sol a nascer só se foi… de te… reconhecer"
de Sérgio Godinho e Gomo
SUPER BOCK SUPER ROCK 2010
quinta-feira, 15 de julho de 2010
"Let You Down"
"Trust me
There’s no need to fear
Everyone’s here
Waiting for you to finally be one of us
Come down...
You may be full of fear
But you’ll be safe here
When you finally trust me
Finally believe in me
I won't let you down
I won't let you down, I won't
When you finally trust me
Finally believe in me
Trust me
I’ll be there when you need me
You’ll be safe here
When you finally trust me
Finally believe in me
I won't let you down
I won't let you down, I won't
When you finally trust me
Finally believe in me
I will let you down
I’ll let you down, I’ll
When you finally trust me
Finally believe in me
Never want to come down
Never want to come down
Never want to come down
(Down, let you down)
I will let you down
I’ll let you down, I’ll
When you finally trust me
Finally believe in me
I won't let you down
I won't let you down, I won't
When you finally trust me
Finally believe in me "
adaptado/personalizado de "Let You Down" de Three Days Grace
There’s no need to fear
Everyone’s here
Waiting for you to finally be one of us
Come down...
You may be full of fear
But you’ll be safe here
When you finally trust me
Finally believe in me
I won't let you down
I won't let you down, I won't
When you finally trust me
Finally believe in me
Trust me
I’ll be there when you need me
You’ll be safe here
When you finally trust me
Finally believe in me
I won't let you down
I won't let you down, I won't
When you finally trust me
Finally believe in me
I will let you down
I’ll let you down, I’ll
When you finally trust me
Finally believe in me
Never want to come down
Never want to come down
Never want to come down
(Down, let you down)
I will let you down
I’ll let you down, I’ll
When you finally trust me
Finally believe in me
I won't let you down
I won't let you down, I won't
When you finally trust me
Finally believe in me "
adaptado/personalizado de "Let You Down" de Three Days Grace
terça-feira, 13 de julho de 2010
"Liberdade"
"Liberdade, que estais no céu...
Rezava o padre-nosso que sabia,
A pedir-te, humildemente,
O pio de cada dia.
Mas a tua bondade omnipotente
Nem me ouvia.
Liberdade, que estais na terra...
E a minha voz crescia
De emoção.
Mas um silêncio triste sepultava
A fé que ressumava
Da oração.
Até que um dia, corajosamente,
Olhei noutro sentido, e pude, deslumbrado,
Saborear, enfim,
O pão da minha fome.
Liberdade, que estais em mim,
Santificado seja o vosso nome."
de Miguel Torga
Rezava o padre-nosso que sabia,
A pedir-te, humildemente,
O pio de cada dia.
Mas a tua bondade omnipotente
Nem me ouvia.
Liberdade, que estais na terra...
E a minha voz crescia
De emoção.
Mas um silêncio triste sepultava
A fé que ressumava
Da oração.
Até que um dia, corajosamente,
Olhei noutro sentido, e pude, deslumbrado,
Saborear, enfim,
O pão da minha fome.
Liberdade, que estais em mim,
Santificado seja o vosso nome."
de Miguel Torga
"Minha Culpa"
"Sei lá! Sei lá! Eu sei lá bem
Quem sou? Um fogo-fátuo, uma miragem...
Sou um reflexo... um canto de paisagem
Ou apenas cenário! Um vaivém
Como a sorte: hoje aqui, depois além!
Sei lá quem sou? Sei lá! Sou a roupagem
De um doido que partiu numa romagem
E nunca mais voltou! Eu sei lá quem!...
Sou um verme que um dia quis ser astro...
Uma estátua truncada de alabastro..
Uma chaga sangrenta do Senhor...
Sei lá quem sou?! Sei lá! Cumprindo os fados,
Num mundo de maldades e pecados,
Sou mais um mau, sou mais um pecador..."
de Florbela Espanca
Devo dizer que estranho o título do poema. Embora no final a referência a pecador talvez nos remeta para o mal que Florbela fez a alguém, penso que este poema reflecte mais sobre outros problemas da nossa existência. Mas quem sou para criticar Florbela Espanca?
Ainda assim, extraordinário poema.
Quem sou? Um fogo-fátuo, uma miragem...
Sou um reflexo... um canto de paisagem
Ou apenas cenário! Um vaivém
Como a sorte: hoje aqui, depois além!
Sei lá quem sou? Sei lá! Sou a roupagem
De um doido que partiu numa romagem
E nunca mais voltou! Eu sei lá quem!...
Sou um verme que um dia quis ser astro...
Uma estátua truncada de alabastro..
Uma chaga sangrenta do Senhor...
Sei lá quem sou?! Sei lá! Cumprindo os fados,
Num mundo de maldades e pecados,
Sou mais um mau, sou mais um pecador..."
de Florbela Espanca
Devo dizer que estranho o título do poema. Embora no final a referência a pecador talvez nos remeta para o mal que Florbela fez a alguém, penso que este poema reflecte mais sobre outros problemas da nossa existência. Mas quem sou para criticar Florbela Espanca?
Ainda assim, extraordinário poema.
segunda-feira, 12 de julho de 2010
"Invictus"
"Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul."
de William Ernest Henley
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul."
de William Ernest Henley
domingo, 11 de julho de 2010
"For Whom the Bell Tolls"
"No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manner of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee."
de John Donne
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manner of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee."
de John Donne
sexta-feira, 9 de julho de 2010
"Duty Surviving Self-Love"
"Unchanged within, to see all changed without,
Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt.
Yet why at others' Wanings should'st thou fret ?
Then only might'st thou feel a just regret,
Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light
In selfish forethought of neglect and slight.
O wiselier then, from feeble yearnings freed,
While, and on whom, thou may'st--shine on ! nor heed
Whether the object by reflected light
Return thy radiance or absorb it quite :
And tho' thou notest from thy safe recess
Old Friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air,
Love them for what they are ; nor love them less,
Because to thee they are not what they were. "
de Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt.
Yet why at others' Wanings should'st thou fret ?
Then only might'st thou feel a just regret,
Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light
In selfish forethought of neglect and slight.
O wiselier then, from feeble yearnings freed,
While, and on whom, thou may'st--shine on ! nor heed
Whether the object by reflected light
Return thy radiance or absorb it quite :
And tho' thou notest from thy safe recess
Old Friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air,
Love them for what they are ; nor love them less,
Because to thee they are not what they were. "
de Samuel Taylor Coleridge
quinta-feira, 8 de julho de 2010
" E No Entanto"
Sim, eu gosto de ti. Sim, eu amo-te. Andar para aí a mexer com os teus sentimentos? Que sentimentos? Aqueles que não sentes por mim? A amizade, o amor, qualquer forma de amor? Privaste-me o acesso à tua palavra, à tua dor, à tua alegria. A mim, só a mim. Mesmo aqueles que te magoam, que te maltratam, que brincam realmente com os teus sentimentos, puderam continuar a ir lá e massacrar-te mais até que acabaste com o teu refúgio. Todos excepto eu, por minha culpa mas sem saber de que sou culpado. Sem saber que crime cometi, encoberto em mentiras para não ser descoberto.
Sei agora que errei. Errei ao acreditar que havia errado antes. Erro pelo qual me martirizei e fui martirizado. Sei agora que estava certo. Não te sou nada. Abaixo dos que odeias e dos que te odeiam. Abaixo dos que te ferem e rasgam a alma e o olhar. Um último recurso para quando tudo o resto falha, não esperançoso mas desprezável.
Espero estar novamente errado.
E no entanto, amo-te.
Sei agora que errei. Errei ao acreditar que havia errado antes. Erro pelo qual me martirizei e fui martirizado. Sei agora que estava certo. Não te sou nada. Abaixo dos que odeias e dos que te odeiam. Abaixo dos que te ferem e rasgam a alma e o olhar. Um último recurso para quando tudo o resto falha, não esperançoso mas desprezável.
Espero estar novamente errado.
E no entanto, amo-te.
"Não Hesitava um Segundo"
"Entre os teus olhos azuis
E um quadro azul de Picasso
Entre o som da tua voz
E o som de qualquer compasso
Entre o teu anel de prata
E todo o ouro do mundo
Escolheria o que é teu
Não hesitava um segundo
Quantas ondas há no mar
Quantas estrelas no céu
Tantas quantas nos meus sonhos
Eu fui teu e foste minha
Entre o teu anel de prata
E todo o ouro do mundo
Escolheria o que é teu
Não hesitava um segundo
Entre o céu da tua boca
E a luz do céu de Lisboa
Entre uma palavra tua
E um poema de Pessoa
Entre a cor do teu sorriso
E todo o brilho do mundo
Escolheria o que é teu
Não hesitava um segundo
Entre o teu anel de prata
E todo o ouro do mundo
Escolheria o que é teu
Não hesitava um segundo"
adaptado de "Não Hesitava um Segundo" de Ana Moura
E um quadro azul de Picasso
Entre o som da tua voz
E o som de qualquer compasso
Entre o teu anel de prata
E todo o ouro do mundo
Escolheria o que é teu
Não hesitava um segundo
Quantas ondas há no mar
Quantas estrelas no céu
Tantas quantas nos meus sonhos
Eu fui teu e foste minha
Entre o teu anel de prata
E todo o ouro do mundo
Escolheria o que é teu
Não hesitava um segundo
Entre o céu da tua boca
E a luz do céu de Lisboa
Entre uma palavra tua
E um poema de Pessoa
Entre a cor do teu sorriso
E todo o brilho do mundo
Escolheria o que é teu
Não hesitava um segundo
Entre o teu anel de prata
E todo o ouro do mundo
Escolheria o que é teu
Não hesitava um segundo"
adaptado de "Não Hesitava um Segundo" de Ana Moura
terça-feira, 29 de junho de 2010
"Showbiz"
Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
Forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
Pushing us into self destruction
Pushing us into self destruction
And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams
Trying to please you for too long
Trying to please you for too long
Visions of greed you wallow
Visions of greed you wallow
Visions of greed you wallow
Visions of greed you wallow
And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams
Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And pushing us into self destruction
And pushing us into self destruction
And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams
in "Showbiz" de Muse
Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
Forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
Pushing us into self destruction
Pushing us into self destruction
And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams
Trying to please you for too long
Trying to please you for too long
Visions of greed you wallow
Visions of greed you wallow
Visions of greed you wallow
Visions of greed you wallow
And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams
Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And pushing us into self destruction
And pushing us into self destruction
And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams
in "Showbiz" de Muse
domingo, 20 de junho de 2010
"Sanctuary" (?)
"A familiar sound made him open them. A sound he had not heard in a while. A familiar scent filled the air. A scent he missed. He looked around but he could not see where they could be coming from. Rosie was still asleep so he decided to leave the house in search of these familiar yet unknown mysteries. The young doctor opened the front door and he could not see the path he had trailed a few hours ago or the green and golden fields that had dazzled him just a while ago.
He was no longer standing on the house’s doorstep, he was at the top of a cliff, facing the ocean. However, he only saw the ocean’s bottom, there was no water, only a vast extension of dark sand. He could still hear that noise and feel that scent, but he knew what they were now: the sound of the waves and the water’s salty perfume. But how could he sense something that he could not see?
“I lost my heart, I buried it to deep, under the iron sea.”
The sound seemed to come from above, so he looked towards the sky. There were no clouds, there was no sun or stars, there was no moon. Only a grey agitated mass glided where the heavens should be.
Suddenly he realised what it was...
- “No...” – he whispered to the winds.
There they were, the water, the salt, the waves, floating in midair.
Although it was high above him he could see that the sea was not calm, it seemed to be fustigated by a storm.
The young doctor noticed that the waves were almost being blown apart by the heavy winds that inhabited those heights. Or perhaps they were the ones who were agitating the wind.
He felt a drop hit his forehead, and another. All of a sudden the ocean started to fall and the waves were getting louder and louder. He was going to drown, there was no escape.
The massive mass of water and salt hit him and pushed him down the cliff. He could feel himself falling and floating at the same times in the water. He was twirling and falling, the waves were playing with him, he was not sure if he would drown before hitting the dark sand below. The young doctor was trapped in a grey whirlpool, destined to hit the darkness that awaited him further. His last breath left his mouth.
“I wake up, it’s a bad dream, no one on my side”
"
in "Sanctuary" de José Trindade (eu)
He was no longer standing on the house’s doorstep, he was at the top of a cliff, facing the ocean. However, he only saw the ocean’s bottom, there was no water, only a vast extension of dark sand. He could still hear that noise and feel that scent, but he knew what they were now: the sound of the waves and the water’s salty perfume. But how could he sense something that he could not see?
“I lost my heart, I buried it to deep, under the iron sea.”
The sound seemed to come from above, so he looked towards the sky. There were no clouds, there was no sun or stars, there was no moon. Only a grey agitated mass glided where the heavens should be.
Suddenly he realised what it was...
- “No...” – he whispered to the winds.
There they were, the water, the salt, the waves, floating in midair.
Although it was high above him he could see that the sea was not calm, it seemed to be fustigated by a storm.
The young doctor noticed that the waves were almost being blown apart by the heavy winds that inhabited those heights. Or perhaps they were the ones who were agitating the wind.
He felt a drop hit his forehead, and another. All of a sudden the ocean started to fall and the waves were getting louder and louder. He was going to drown, there was no escape.
The massive mass of water and salt hit him and pushed him down the cliff. He could feel himself falling and floating at the same times in the water. He was twirling and falling, the waves were playing with him, he was not sure if he would drown before hitting the dark sand below. The young doctor was trapped in a grey whirlpool, destined to hit the darkness that awaited him further. His last breath left his mouth.
“I wake up, it’s a bad dream, no one on my side”
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in "Sanctuary" de José Trindade (eu)
quarta-feira, 16 de junho de 2010
"D is for Dangerous"
"He knew what he wanted to say
But he didn't know how to word it
The dirty little Herbert
Was thinking an escape
But the place was well guarded
The guiltiness that started
Soon as the other part had stopped
D is for Delightful
And try and keep your trousers on
I think you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare
D is for
Desperately trying to simulate what it was that was alright
Three quarters of an hour ago
That had led him to be in a position
And every compromission
On the brink of an episode
He's nearing the brink but he thinks first
The parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene
He's nearing the brink but he thinks first
The parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene
He's nearing the brink but he thinks first
The parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene
He's nearing the brink but he thinks first
The parallel
I think you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare
D is for delightful
and try and keep your trousers on
you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare"
in "D is for Dangerous" de Arctic Monkeys
But he didn't know how to word it
The dirty little Herbert
Was thinking an escape
But the place was well guarded
The guiltiness that started
Soon as the other part had stopped
D is for Delightful
And try and keep your trousers on
I think you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare
D is for
Desperately trying to simulate what it was that was alright
Three quarters of an hour ago
That had led him to be in a position
And every compromission
On the brink of an episode
He's nearing the brink but he thinks first
The parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene
He's nearing the brink but he thinks first
The parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene
He's nearing the brink but he thinks first
The parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene
He's nearing the brink but he thinks first
The parallel
I think you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare
D is for delightful
and try and keep your trousers on
you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare"
in "D is for Dangerous" de Arctic Monkeys
domingo, 13 de junho de 2010
"O espelho do Mundo"
Areal deserto. À minha volta nada perturba o gritante silêncio que cala o riso. Nada, excepto a ondulação. As águas tempestuosas fustigam, castigam os cinzentos promontórios que protegem as areias tórridas da violência do vento. A espuma salgada das ondas parece corroer as rochas enquanto elas vão desaparecendo sob a água.
Levanto a cabeça e corro em direcção à agitada massa cinzenta que atormenta a tormenta celeste. Os pés enterram-se na areia, parecem não querer continuar, não querer enfrentar… mergulho. Dor, frio, mágoa. Ali flutuando à mercê das vagas, a minha alma parece mirrar e enegrecer nas águas que a acolhem num abraço agónico de gelo.
Ar. Preciso de respirar. Não aguento. Irrompo pela superfície agora calma do oceano em busca de algo que me prenda à minha mirrada essência. Olho para baixo e vejo o espelho que a raiva quebrou a refazer-se. O espelho de um mar de lágrimas. Lágrimas da alma, lágrimas do ser, a essência salgada que somos. Será este mar os olhos do mundo, os olhos que espelham a sua alma? Uma alma cinzenta, corrosiva, fria. Uma alma de dor, um mundo de mágoa.
Levanto a cabeça e corro em direcção à agitada massa cinzenta que atormenta a tormenta celeste. Os pés enterram-se na areia, parecem não querer continuar, não querer enfrentar… mergulho. Dor, frio, mágoa. Ali flutuando à mercê das vagas, a minha alma parece mirrar e enegrecer nas águas que a acolhem num abraço agónico de gelo.
Ar. Preciso de respirar. Não aguento. Irrompo pela superfície agora calma do oceano em busca de algo que me prenda à minha mirrada essência. Olho para baixo e vejo o espelho que a raiva quebrou a refazer-se. O espelho de um mar de lágrimas. Lágrimas da alma, lágrimas do ser, a essência salgada que somos. Será este mar os olhos do mundo, os olhos que espelham a sua alma? Uma alma cinzenta, corrosiva, fria. Uma alma de dor, um mundo de mágoa.
"Lágrimas Ocultas"
"Se me ponho a cismar em outras eras
Em que ri e cantei, em que era querida,
Parece-me que foi noutras esferas,
Parece-me que foi numa outra vida...
E a minha triste boca dolorida,
Que dantes tinha o rir das primaveras,
Esbate as linhas graves e severas
E cai num abandono de esquecida!
E fico, pensativa, olhando o vago...
Tomo a brandura plácida dum lago
O meu rosto de monja de marfim...
E as lágrimas que choro, branca e calma,
Ninguém as vê brotar dentro da alma!
Ninguém as vê cair dentro de mim!"
Florbela Espanca
Em que ri e cantei, em que era querida,
Parece-me que foi noutras esferas,
Parece-me que foi numa outra vida...
E a minha triste boca dolorida,
Que dantes tinha o rir das primaveras,
Esbate as linhas graves e severas
E cai num abandono de esquecida!
E fico, pensativa, olhando o vago...
Tomo a brandura plácida dum lago
O meu rosto de monja de marfim...
E as lágrimas que choro, branca e calma,
Ninguém as vê brotar dentro da alma!
Ninguém as vê cair dentro de mim!"
Florbela Espanca
"No Bravery"
"There are children standing here,
Arms outstretched into the sky,
Tears drying on their face.
He has been here.
Brothers lie in shallow graves.
Fathers lost without a trace.
A nation blind to their disgrace,
Since he's been here.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.
Houses burnt beyond repair.
The smell of death is in the air.
A woman weeping in despair says,
He has been here.
Tracer lighting up the sky.
It's another families‚ turn to die.
A child afraid to even cry out says,
He has been here.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.
There are children standing here,
Arms outstretched into the sky,
But no one asks the question why,
He has been here.
Old men kneel and accept their fate.
Wives and daughters cut and raped.
A generation drenched in hate.
Yes, he has been here.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness."
in "No Bravery" de James Blunt
Arms outstretched into the sky,
Tears drying on their face.
He has been here.
Brothers lie in shallow graves.
Fathers lost without a trace.
A nation blind to their disgrace,
Since he's been here.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.
Houses burnt beyond repair.
The smell of death is in the air.
A woman weeping in despair says,
He has been here.
Tracer lighting up the sky.
It's another families‚ turn to die.
A child afraid to even cry out says,
He has been here.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.
There are children standing here,
Arms outstretched into the sky,
But no one asks the question why,
He has been here.
Old men kneel and accept their fate.
Wives and daughters cut and raped.
A generation drenched in hate.
Yes, he has been here.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness."
in "No Bravery" de James Blunt
sábado, 22 de maio de 2010
"Auf Asche"
"You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you
You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done
Now you wish she'd never come back here again
Oh, never come back here again
You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you
You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done
Now I'm nailed above you
Gushing from my side
It's with your sins that you have killed me
Thinking of your sins I die
Thinking how you'd let them touch you
How you'd never realise
That I'm ripped and hang forsaken
Knowing never will I rise
Again
You still see her
Oh, you hear her
You want her
Oh, you want to
You see her
You still hear her
You want her
You still want to"
in "Auf Asche" de Franz Ferdinand
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you
You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done
Now you wish she'd never come back here again
Oh, never come back here again
You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you
You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy
She's not so special so look what you've done
Now I'm nailed above you
Gushing from my side
It's with your sins that you have killed me
Thinking of your sins I die
Thinking how you'd let them touch you
How you'd never realise
That I'm ripped and hang forsaken
Knowing never will I rise
Again
You still see her
Oh, you hear her
You want her
Oh, you want to
You see her
You still hear her
You want her
You still want to"
in "Auf Asche" de Franz Ferdinand
segunda-feira, 17 de maio de 2010
O Golpe da Ignorância
Dá-me ar. Dá-me água. Dá-me paz. Dá-me um sorriso. Dá-me algo que estanque a ferida que arde no meu peito. O golpe do gume afiado da tua tristeza não sara e o seu ávido apetite esgotou o calor da minha alma, roubou o sangue das minhas veias.
Os outrora verdes campos por onde vagueávamos esvaecem-se para tons de cinza. Os riachos que por eles corriam, puros e cheios de vida, secaram e são agora uma vala que aguarda o corpo defunto do nosso passado.
Não. Não posso permitir que a atroz facada, aquela que traz a precoce morte, seja esta. Não posso. As feridas profundas que atormentavam o agora dormente ser que se aproxima da vala sarariam. Sim, sarariam. Mas a ignorante e fechada fachada que sou não o permitiu e com um golpe rude e impiedoso acabou com a fugaz mas prometedora vida de feliz simbiose.
Um sopro, uma rajada, uma brisa de esperança percorre o frio e rígido defunto, mas não passa disso, de uma vaga visão do que pode voltar a ser, do que pode voltar a viver. Apenas tu o podes trazer de volta, apenas tu podes transformar essa frágil de brisa numa tempestade do outrora, num inferno de vento daquilo que fomos e que podemos voltar a ser.
Desculpa.
domingo, 16 de maio de 2010
Agora
Agora que contemplo o cadáver da nossa amizade vejo a mentira que fomos. O cheiro do corpo inanimado, nefasto e pútrido, lembra-me a falsidade do passado. Os seus olhos gaseados estão vidrados nos meus, pedem me empatia, pena... Quantas vezes não lhos dei? Quantas vezes não fui eu uma marioneta controlada pelos fios lacrimosos daquele olhar hipócrita? Quantas vezes acreditei que eles reflectiam a necessidade da tua alma de ser amada, querida?
Agora sei que reflectem, tal como um espelho, a tua alma. Espelho distorcido numa qualquer feira de ilusões num local distante e só. Novamente o perfume da escória humana atormenta os meus sentidos. Náuseas, vómitos, o meu corpo fraqueja face à putridão que o assola.
Agora que te enterro sob o solo que todos pisamos, submissa aos nossos pés, sei que estou livre. O teu olhar nunca mais me prenderá. A jaula do teu coração ficará vazia. Observo do topo da vala o cadáver contaminado pelo ódio e pela ira, pela tristeza e pela melancolia de todos aqueles que o satânico corpo tocou e que agora o consomem até desaparecer na sombra e na escuridão da dor que trouxe ao mundo.
Agora que jaz morto, quieto, calado mas jamais em paz vejo que os erros do passado do nefasto ser serão pagos com peso dos magoados e dos feridos sobre ele.
A Vida
A vida é um tesouro, algo que devemos estimar e não destruir, aniquilar. Vida é amor, ouro e diamantes, respeito e felicidade. Quem se julga pobre não consegue apreciar o maravilhoso Éden que o rodeia, pois, pelo simples facto de nascer rodeamo-nos dos maiores tesouros que possamos imaginar, desde fontes que exalam vapores paradisíacos a outros universos paralelos que são os sonhos de cada um de nós.
A minha vida, a tua vida, a vida desta colossal esfera azul que habitamos são pedaços de platina da mais pura, encrostada com rubis e esmeraldas não devendo portanto ser algo que é menosprezado e ignorado.
Se pensas que a vida nada mais é senão uma lixeira imunda, e infestada das mais horripilantes e nefastas escórias daquilo que outrora foi o perfeito, recorda-te dos teus sonhos, de tudo aquilo que tu consideras bom e reúne-os numa só palavra, numa só conjugação de letras, que obténs? Obténs a Vida.
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