Um estudo reflexivo e cotidiano das armações, falcatruas e afins em que me meto.
quarta-feira, 28 de fevereiro de 2018
terça-feira, 27 de fevereiro de 2018
Wonderwall
"And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding..."
quarta-feira, 21 de fevereiro de 2018
Sol
"E quando você vem
Tudo fica mais tranquilo
Que assim seja, amém
O seu brilho é o meu abrigo..."
sábado, 17 de fevereiro de 2018
Watermark
"Such inheritance
was formed within the sand
Like shells you gather
in the safety of your hands
Dive in with your eyes closed
For the life you were born to claim
And the water will ne paralyzed
By the courage you contain
And the flutter of your earnest heart
It will fill the silent seas
And all be restored in your memory..."
El justiceiro
"He, el justiceiro buenos dias
Que tienes a decir
El justiceiro yo soy pobre
¿Que tienes a me dar?
Besa me mucho Juanita Banana
Cuando caliente el sol..."
quinta-feira, 15 de fevereiro de 2018
quarta-feira, 14 de fevereiro de 2018
2 fingers
"I drink to remember, I smoke to forget
Some things to be proud of
Some stuff to regret
Run down some dark alleys
In my own head
Some things is changing, changing, changing ..."
Em sonho
"One art
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
So many things seem filed with the intent
To be lost that their loss is no disaster,
Lose something every day.
Accept the flusterof lost door keys,
The hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther,
Losing faster: places, and names,
And where it was you meant to travel.
None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look!
My last, ornext-to-last, of three beloved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones.
And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesturel love)
I shan't have lied.
It's evident
The art of losing not too hard to master
Though it may look like
(Write it!) a disaster.
Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
So many things seem filed with the intent
To be lost that their loss is no disaster,
Lose something every day.
Accept the flusterof lost door keys,
The hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther,
Losing faster: places, and names,
And where it was you meant to travel.
None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look!
My last, ornext-to-last, of three beloved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones.
And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesturel love)
I shan't have lied.
It's evident
The art of losing not too hard to master
Though it may look like
(Write it!) a disaster.
Elizabeth Bishop
terça-feira, 13 de fevereiro de 2018
Enter sadman
" Sleep with one eye open,
Gripping your pillow tigh
Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
We're off to never-never land..."
segunda-feira, 12 de fevereiro de 2018
domingo, 11 de fevereiro de 2018
It's time
"The path to heaven runs through miles of the clouded hell...
Right to the top,
don't look back ..."
Right to the top,
don't look back ..."
sábado, 10 de fevereiro de 2018
Dança da solidão
"Quando vem a madrugada
Meu pensamento vagueia
Corro os dedos na viola
Contemplando a lua cheia...
Apesar de tudo existe
Uma fonte de água pura
Quem beber daquela água
Não terá mais amargura..."
domingo, 4 de fevereiro de 2018
Não vou me adaptar
"Será que eu falei o que ninguém ouvia?
Será que eu escutei o que ninguém dizia?
Eu não vou me adaptar..."
sábado, 3 de fevereiro de 2018
Exagerado
"Eu nunca mais vou respirar
Se você não me notar
Eu posso até morrer de fome
Se você não me amar
E por você eu largo tudo
Vou mendigar, roubar, matar
Até nas coisas mais banais
Pra mim é tudo ou nunca mais
Exagerado
Jogado aos teus pés
Eu sou mesmo exagerado
Adoro um amor inventado..."
quinta-feira, 1 de fevereiro de 2018
Millions dreams
"There's a house we can build
Every room inside is filled
With things from far away
The special things I compile
Each one there to make you smile
On a rainy day
They can say, they can say
it all sounds crazy
They can say, they can say
We've lost our minds
I don't care, I don't care if they call us crazy
Runaway to a world that we design
Every night I lay in bed
The brightest colors fill my head
A million dreams are keeping me awake
I think of what the world could be
A vision of the one I see
A million dreams is all it's gonna take
A million dreams for the world
we're gonna make..."
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