poesia musicada [cardinal]010

sing another song, boys; leonard cohen
rel. date: 1971

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(Let's sing another song, boys, this one has grown old and bitter.)
Ah his fingernails, I see they're broken,
his ships they're all on fire.
The moneylender's lovely little daughter
ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with desire.
She spies him through the glasses
from the pawnshops of her wicked father.
She hails him with a microphone
that some poor singer, just like me, had to leave her.
She tempts him with a clarinet,
she waves a Nazi dagger.
She finds him lying in a heap;
she wants to be his woman.
He says, "Yes, I might go to sleep
but kindly leave, leave the future,
leave it open."

He stands where it is steep,
oh I guess he thinks that he's the very first one,
his hand upon his leather belt now
like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner.
And she will learn to touch herself so well
as all the sails burn down like paper.
And he has lit the chain
of his famous cigarillo.
Ah, they'll never, they'll never ever reach the moon,
at least not the one that we're after;
it's floating broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends,
and it carries no survivors.
But lets leave these lovers wondering
why they cannot have each other,
and let's sing another song, boys,
this one has grown old and bitter.

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dia 30, a ver se passo ali além a ver este senhor.

zé!

.[o teu rosto iluminado por luzes cândidas de entes estelares]

o teu rosto iluminado por luzes cândidas de entes estelares
grito rasgado de amor e suor
cabelo. denso. por entre dedos ágeis e
corajosos.

que não se ligue à tela que o espectáculo é outro.
ausente daí.
uma mole de amor. enorme.

línguas carregadas, serpenteiam em dança barroca
ninguém sem par. escolha fácil.
tendemos um para o outro
como coisa infinita

não houve manhã escura que não me tivesse morto
com um gume alucinado de cianeto
revivo com cada gota de vida que me dás
e desperto para uma sempiterna manhã plena de luz.


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