March 29, 2011

[quente neblina fora]

“An affectionate greeting from your abandoned friend”
- Nosthalgia, Andrei Tarkovsky 

quente neblina fora.
sabes de onde vem esse aperto
nefasto? consome vagarosamente

como a palavra lida, que
descreve o movimento, a luz
que houvera nele. vagarosamente.

é solene o advérbio.

March 27, 2011

"Revolta é ter-se nascido
sem descobrir o sentido
do que nos há-de matar."
Natália Correia, O Sentimento Trágico da Vida

March 14, 2011

poesia musicada #017

Tim Buckley,
Blue Afternoon
Rel. date: 1969 Straight Records

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I was just a curly-haired mountain boy
On my way
Passing thru I heard a voice
Whisper good evening
I turned to a shadow
And saw her there
So all alone
She had those sad china eyes
That sang each time she smiled
Ah, but the song
It seemed to linger
So long it deepened
My love for her
Until she called me near
And then we waltzed to our heart beat
All around
The sea was swaying
The breeze was praying
Never to leave her alone
Alone
Oh, the time just slipped on by
And with the time
So did our love
Ah, her every move
Just like a fever
Just like a fever
Burnin' inside would not leave me

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March 10, 2011

.Conversa Acabada

“O meu nome é João Raposão. Mais precisamente, João Raposão do Audiovisual. E estou aqui sentado como o adivinho Tirésius à espera que me cresçam as mamas.”

Conversa acabada, João César Monteiro, 1990

March 6, 2011

poesia musicada #016

Look at me
John Lennon,
John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band,
1970


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Look at me,
Who am I supposed to be?
Who am I supposed to be?
Look at me,
What am I supposed to be?
What am I supposed to be?
Look at me,
Oh my love, oh my love.
Here I am,
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do?
Here I am,
What can I do for you?
What can I do for you?
Here I am,
Oh my love, oh my love.
Look at me, oh please look at me, my love,
Here I am - Oh my love.
Who am I?
Nobody knows but me,
Nobody knows but me,
Who am I?
Nobody else can see,
Just you and me,
Who are we?
Oh my love, oh my love.
Oh my love...

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