"Monumental"

"Grande é aquele que sabe esquecer-se a si próprio para fazer os outros felizes."


Carl Rogers

"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"


em "D is For Dangerous" de Arctic Monkeys

Matt 'The Agile Beast' Helders, he's back!

Don't deceive me into forgetting what I've learnt. Again.

Not as pissed as I am wounded

"Excerto Veranil III"

Acordei. Não mais dormirei. Não viverei nos vossos mundos de fantasia e sonhos que vós mesmos tornam em pesadelos.
Porquê? Porquê estar na sombra? Porquê deixar-me tremer e os meus poros frios transpirar numa cama cujos lençóis não me pertencem?
Não mais. Que os seus ignóbeis donos neles dormitem (ou quiçá vivam).
Talvez noutra altura, noutro tempo, noutro sonho (ou o mesmo, tornado realidade. Um terror.) mas esta existência nega mais dormência.
Acordarão, porventura, um dia, uma manhã para tudo começarem mas, nessa altura, já o meu sol, e outras estrelas, se estarão a pôr.
É dia.

I love(d) you

"Excerto Veranil II"

Ás voltas na cama, no enrugado e húmido branco dos lençóis. O sono parece escapar-me pelo lacrimejar da pele, que o olhar se recusa a acompanhar.
Levanto-me. O corpo pesa-me, mas o peso não é corpóreo... será da alma, do fado?
Ignoro-o enquanto vejo no dossel brotarem tons de negro. Desprezo essas Sombras também ao reparar na Luz que tenta furar a maciça e imóvel porta de carvalho. A tacto aproximo-me dela e abro-a: nada; um corredor, um túnel, escuro, despido de Luz.

"These Days"

"I was walking around, just a face in the crowd
Trying to keep myself out of the rain
Saw a vagabond king wear a styrofoam crown
Wondered if I might end up the same
There's a man out on the corner
Singing old songs about change
Everybody's got their cross to bear, these days

She came looking for some shelter with a suitcase full of dreams
To a motel room on the boulevard
I guess she's trying to be James Dean
She's seen all the disciples and all the "wanna be's"
No one wants to be themselves these days
Still there's nothing to hold on to but these days

These days - the stars hang out of reach
These days - there ain't a ladder on the streets
Oh no no
These days - are fast, nothing lasts, in this graceless age
There ain't nobody left but us these days

Jimmy shoes busted both his legs, trying to learn to fly
From a second story window, he just jumped and closed his eyes
His momma said he was crazy - he said momma "I've got to try"
Don't you know that all my heroes died?
And I guess I'd rather die than fade away

Yeah
These days - the stars hang out of reach, yeah
These days - there ain't a ladder on the streets
Oh no no
These days are fast, nothing lasts, it's a graceless age
Even innocence has caught the midnight train
There ain't nobody left but us these days

I know Rome's still burning
Though the times have changed
This world keeps turning round and round and round and round
These days

These days - the stars hang out of reach, yeah
But these days - there ain't a ladder on these streets
Oh no no
These days are fast, love don't last - it's a graceless age
Even innocence has caught the midnight train
And there ain't nobody left but us these days

These days - the stars hang out of reach, yeah
These days - there ain't a ladder on these streets
Oh no no
These days - are fast, nothing lasts
There ain't no time to waste
There ain't nobody left to take the blame
There ain't nobody left but us these days"



in "These Days" by Bon Jovi

"Excerto Veranil I"

Gritos. Guinchos. Interjeições indecifráveis de dor e raiva.
Dor. Doença. Fraqueza de corpo e mente. A mínima conjuntura de alegria é sugada para o vazio. Vazio... Vazio? Não... Não estou vazio, estou cheio do teu nada.

"Excertos Veranis"

O seguinte conjunto de publicações são bocados de textos da época Veraneante que não chegaram a ser concluídos, e dificilmente serão.

"Obrigado Menina das Conchas"

Ouve a chuva que cai,
Vê o esplendor do mar tempestuoso,
Mas adormece e vive os teus sonhos
No magnífico Sol da tua alma.


Obrigado Menina das Conchas por me lembrares das minhas próprias palavras que por tantas vezes se esvaem para um poço de esquecimento.

"In Memoriam - My Immortal"

Qual conversa entre avô e neto, padrinho e afilhado.

N - "I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Because your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase"

A - "When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me"

N - "You used to captivate me
by your resonating light
But now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase"

A - "When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me"

N - "I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase"

A - "When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me"


em "My Immortal" de Evanescence

"In Memoriam - Dor"

"I'm not a stone, I'm just a man"

em "Try Again" de Keane

"In Memoriam - Tears in Heaven"

"Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same
If I saw you in heaven?

I must be strong
And carry on,
'Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven.

Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven?
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven?

I'll find my way
Through night and day,
'Cause I know I just can't stay
Here in heaven.

Time can bring you down,
Time can bend your knees.
Time can break your heart,
Have you begging please, begging please.

Beyond the door,
There's peace I'm sure,
And I know there'll be no more
Tears in heaven.

Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same
If I saw you in heaven?

I must be strong
And carry on,
'Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven."


em "Tears in Heaven" de Eric Clapton

"In Memoriam - Atlantic"

A outra canção do dito texto, sobre a dita banda, no dito blog.

"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
Cos now the room is spinning
The day's beginning"


em "Atlantic" de Keane

"In Memoriam - Bedshaped"

Para aqueles que se lembram de num certo texto, sobre uma certa banda, num certo blog, está aqui uma das musicas que mencionei que não falaria na altura.
Está aqui, agora.

"Many's the time I ran with you down
The rainy roads of our old town
Many the lives we lived in each day
And buried all together
Don't laugh at me
Don't look away

You'll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped on legs of stone
You'll knock on my door
And up we'll go
In white light
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know

I know you think I'm holding you down
And I've fallen by the wayside now
And I don't understand the same things as you
But I do

Don't laugh at me
Don't look away

You'll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped, two legs of stone
You'll knock on my door
And up we'll go
In white light
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know

ahahaa ahahaa ahahaa ahahaa

ooooohhhhhhhh
And up we'll go
In white light
I don't think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?
I know"


in "Bedshaped" de Keane

"In Memoriam - Mudança de Design"

Em certas culturas orientais o branco é a cor do luto.
Durante esta semana, em vez do branco da minha palavra rasgar o negro do que o rodeia, será o negro da minha memória a queimar o branco do meu presente.