a correcta partitura do amor
December 29, 2010
December 28, 2010
December 23, 2010
December 20, 2010
December 14, 2010
poesia musicada #015
nina nastasia,
2010
//-----
I won't cry cry baby
I won't worry anymore
You and I we are ideal
I'm the sad sad one
You can have my sixth grade pictures
Can I have the one of us mooning
This work it won’t kill me
But I’m not stronger for it
I've just learned to wait it out
You are my only true love
But I know I can't change
You are my only true love
But I won't change
I won't cry cry baby
I won't worry anymore
You and I we are ideal
\\-----
2010
//-----
I won't cry cry baby
I won't worry anymore
You and I we are ideal
I'm the sad sad one
You can have my sixth grade pictures
Can I have the one of us mooning
This work it won’t kill me
But I’m not stronger for it
I've just learned to wait it out
You are my only true love
But I know I can't change
You are my only true love
But I won't change
I won't cry cry baby
I won't worry anymore
You and I we are ideal
\\-----
December 8, 2010
.[sonha menina a maré do tempo]
sonha menina a
maré do tempo
deita o frio às sortes que
procura o desfecho correcto
carrilhão manco de etérea
voz, chama por ti o vento?
com vácuo não cantas
sonha menina a
maré do tempo
sonha menina o
sonho que vai na eira
maré do tempo
deita o frio às sortes que
procura o desfecho correcto
carrilhão manco de etérea
voz, chama por ti o vento?
com vácuo não cantas
sonha menina a
maré do tempo
sonha menina o
sonho que vai na eira
December 2, 2010
poesia musicada #015
by Richard Rodgers
and Lorenz Hart
//-----
Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do
Old girl you're through
Sit there, count your little fingers
Unhappy little girl blue.
Sit there and count the raindrops
Falling on you
It's time you knew
All you can ever count on
Are the raindrops
That fall on little girl blue
Won't you just sit there
Count the little raindrops
Falling on you
'Cause it's time you knew
All you can ever count on
Are the raindrops
That fall on little girl blue
No use old girl
You might as well surrender
'Cause your hopes are getting slender and slender
Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy
To cheer up little girl blue
-----//
and another version by chet baker, with no available embed
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcdZh9owpwQ
and Lorenz Hart
//-----
Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do
Old girl you're through
Sit there, count your little fingers
Unhappy little girl blue.
Sit there and count the raindrops
Falling on you
It's time you knew
All you can ever count on
Are the raindrops
That fall on little girl blue
Won't you just sit there
Count the little raindrops
Falling on you
'Cause it's time you knew
All you can ever count on
Are the raindrops
That fall on little girl blue
No use old girl
You might as well surrender
'Cause your hopes are getting slender and slender
Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy
To cheer up little girl blue
-----//
and another version by chet baker, with no available embed
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcdZh9owpwQ
.(fecho os olhos)
fecho os olhos
e vejo-nos
nús
querendo a
desferindo golpes nas
palavras.
é sempre
infinatamente
pouco
e vejo-nos
nús
querendo a
imortalidade
desferindo golpes nas
palavras.
amo-te
é sempre
infinatamente
muito
pouco
November 30, 2010
poesia musicada #014
Emily Jane White,
Wild Tigers I Have Known
//-----
Silence is a power and a tool
For you
For you
Wild Tigers I Have Known
They send me down
Messin' around
You keep your heart from your chest
It'll be gone just like the rest
'Cause it's a man's world
Say all the right words
And hold your heart from your chest
The silence and the color
and their beauty
Stands right and still for you
Holdin' flames
Holdin' hands in hearts
And their bindings
held tightly
Lyin' in the shady grass
Their teeth grinding
Inside is foreign
'Cause it's the magic hand
that holds you gently
And turns one into many
And there inside,
it's bloody to reach boldly
For truth spoken from mouth in his name
There will be wise men
singing, bringing you luck
Now there will be wise men
singing, bringing you luck
Now there will be wise men
singing, bringing you luck
Bringing you love
Now it's the precious summertime
Hand in pocket
Bright light
Wild Tigers I Have Known
They send me down
Messin' around
-----//
Wild Tigers I Have Known
//-----
Silence is a power and a tool
For you
For you
Wild Tigers I Have Known
They send me down
Messin' around
You keep your heart from your chest
It'll be gone just like the rest
'Cause it's a man's world
Say all the right words
And hold your heart from your chest
The silence and the color
and their beauty
Stands right and still for you
Holdin' flames
Holdin' hands in hearts
And their bindings
held tightly
Lyin' in the shady grass
Their teeth grinding
Inside is foreign
'Cause it's the magic hand
that holds you gently
And turns one into many
And there inside,
it's bloody to reach boldly
For truth spoken from mouth in his name
There will be wise men
singing, bringing you luck
Now there will be wise men
singing, bringing you luck
Now there will be wise men
singing, bringing you luck
Bringing you love
Now it's the precious summertime
Hand in pocket
Bright light
Wild Tigers I Have Known
They send me down
Messin' around
-----//
November 29, 2010
.outono
outono,
de final
apetece-me
ouvir-te contar
histórias para meninos
cansados.
histórias
de final
bonito
November 25, 2010
poesia musicada [cardinal]013
Comin' Back To Me, Jefferson Airplane
rel. date: 1966
/*/------
The summer had inhaled
And held its breath too long.
The winter looked the same,
As if it had never gone,
And through an open window,
Where no curtain hung,
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.
One begins to read between
The pages of a look.
The sound of sleepy music,
And suddenly, you're hooked.
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.
You came to stay and live my way,
Scatter my love like leaves in the wind.
You always say that you won't go away,
But I know what it always has been,
It always has been.
A transparent dream
Beneath an occasional sigh...
Most of the time,
I just let it go by.
Now I wish it hadn't begun.
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.
Strolling the hill,
Overlooking the shore,
I realize I've been here before.
The shadow in the mist
Could have been anyone...
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.
Small things like reasons
Are put in a jar.
Whatever happened to wishes,
Wished on a star?
Was it just something
That I made up for fun?
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.
------/*/
rel. date: 1966
/*/------
The summer had inhaled
And held its breath too long.
The winter looked the same,
As if it had never gone,
And through an open window,
Where no curtain hung,
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.
One begins to read between
The pages of a look.
The sound of sleepy music,
And suddenly, you're hooked.
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.
You came to stay and live my way,
Scatter my love like leaves in the wind.
You always say that you won't go away,
But I know what it always has been,
It always has been.
A transparent dream
Beneath an occasional sigh...
Most of the time,
I just let it go by.
Now I wish it hadn't begun.
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.
Strolling the hill,
Overlooking the shore,
I realize I've been here before.
The shadow in the mist
Could have been anyone...
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.
Small things like reasons
Are put in a jar.
Whatever happened to wishes,
Wished on a star?
Was it just something
That I made up for fun?
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.
------/*/
November 23, 2010
.white magic
sex. culturgest, porto 22h
sab. com norberto lobo, Lidija Kolovrat - #79 da Rua D. Pedro V (ao Príncipe Real), 21h30
info @ www.filhounico.com
November 22, 2010
.entre os dedos (noise)
"Eu não fui feito para ser bom filho. Nem tu para seres mãe.
Somos um equívoco."
Entre os dedos - de Tiago Guedes, Frederico Serra, 2008.
Somos um equívoco."
Entre os dedos - de Tiago Guedes, Frederico Serra, 2008.
.(um dia algum dia)
um dia algum dia
gostaria de ganhar talento
para te cantar
queria saber
escrever aos teus lábios que
me acenam convidam
um dia algum dia antes
que o coração cansado
cesse
gostaria de ganhar talento
para te cantar
queria saber
escrever aos teus lábios que
me acenam convidam
um dia algum dia antes
que o coração cansado
cesse
November 19, 2010
.chora maria
chora maria, com
as dores da solidão.
chama o ausente amor
devido.
esconde as rugas rasgadas.
as dores da solidão.
chama o ausente amor
devido.
esconde as rugas rasgadas.
November 16, 2010
November 15, 2010
October 27, 2010
.ignorar
palavra nova.
ignorar
1. Não saber; não ter conhecimento de.
2. Pop. Estranhar; reparar em.
palavra nova.
ignorar
1. Não saber; não ter conhecimento de.
2. Pop. Estranhar; reparar em.
ignorar
ignorar
ignorar
ignorar
palavra nova.
coisa impossível
October 26, 2010
Chico Buarque, Tom Jobim e Telma Costa - Eu Te Amo
"Ah, se já perdemos a noção da hora
Se juntos já jogamos tudo fora
Me conta agora como hei de partir
Se, ao te conhecer, dei pra sonhar, fiz tantos desvarios
Rompi com o mundo, queimei meus navios
Me diz pra onde é que inda posso ir
Se nós, nas travessuras das noites eternas
Já confundimos tanto as nossas pernas
Diz com que pernas eu devo seguir
Se entornaste a nossa sorte pelo chão
Se na bagunça do teu coração
Meu sangue errou de veia e se perdeu
Como, se na desordem do armário embutido
Meu paletó enlaça o teu vestido
E o meu sapato inda pisa no teu
Como, se nos amamos feito dois pagãos
Teus seios inda estão nas minhas mãos
Me explica com que cara eu vou sair
Não, acho que estás te fazendo de tonta
Te dei meus olhos pra tomares conta
Agora conta como hei de partir"
Se juntos já jogamos tudo fora
Me conta agora como hei de partir
Se, ao te conhecer, dei pra sonhar, fiz tantos desvarios
Rompi com o mundo, queimei meus navios
Me diz pra onde é que inda posso ir
Se nós, nas travessuras das noites eternas
Já confundimos tanto as nossas pernas
Diz com que pernas eu devo seguir
Se entornaste a nossa sorte pelo chão
Se na bagunça do teu coração
Meu sangue errou de veia e se perdeu
Como, se na desordem do armário embutido
Meu paletó enlaça o teu vestido
E o meu sapato inda pisa no teu
Como, se nos amamos feito dois pagãos
Teus seios inda estão nas minhas mãos
Me explica com que cara eu vou sair
Não, acho que estás te fazendo de tonta
Te dei meus olhos pra tomares conta
Agora conta como hei de partir"
July 21, 2010
April 11, 2010
March 30, 2010
quero-te
quero-te
"1ª pess. sing. pres. ind. de querer;
1. Ter a vontade ou a intenção de;
[...]
10. Exprimir terminantemente a vontade;
11. Amar, estimar;"
contraria o o estado de ensimesmamento. desejo e vontade de outrém em falta. tu, que salvíficas. tu. e só tu. sempre tu.
a verdade.
quero-te
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