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

-----//


November 29, 2010

.outono

outono,


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.

------/*/

November 23, 2010

.white magic



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foi no verão que soubemos
amar nas ruas dos
amantes

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.

.(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

November 19, 2010

.chora maria

chora maria, com
as dores da solidão.
chama o ausente amor
devido.

esconde as rugas rasgadas.