Note to self

"can't you see that we have come so far already?
light shines through the cracks and deepest, darkest, clouds
(...)
can't you hear that sound you're making?
oh darling Rosa
amputees they all agree that they would like their arms and legs back
oh Rosa
can't you feel your heart beating?"

The Devastations
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nLx8Giba3mU]

Mature mild-mannered catastrophes

"But they don't use the word
once dropped it might break

They do not say that they have loved
for who can say
We were killed yesterday"

Blixa Bargeld
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ulbK3tUMNg]

"I remember a faraway laugh, a sweet caress"

"I remember not knowing what to say
And how calm you had remained
(...)
Please don't let what was get in the way of what's next
Don't forget
That what's to come hasn't come yet"

Devendra Banhart

"Hiding under the covers
With no one else to blame
You couldn't help out your own neighbour
You couldn't tell it to his face
You were fucked up by the blame

You cower in the corner
Confide in your father
Let it out and say
Let it pass away
(...)
Let it break your day
Let it out and say

Wait there
Pull yourself out of this state dear
Acknowledge you were a fake here
From there on you might just grow"

Matt Corby
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_W9ewqSjkKk]

Ship of woes

S.&Y.

It takes awhile
To settle down
My ship of hopes
Wait 'til the past leaks out

It takes an ocean not to break
It takes an ocean not to break
It takes an ocean not to break

Matt Berninger






[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=330UqSBEXaU]

reconhecerei o volume da alma
agarrada com unhas e dentes às
réstias do corpo


valter hugo mãe, estou escondido na cor amarga do fim da tarde

Where have you gone?

... are you in there?

Y.

"Isto, aparentemente, não significa nada e, no entanto, faz-nos vibrar como cordas."*

 

*António Lobo Antunes

It really proves nothing

"Just listen to me breathe
but that proves nothing

In the middle of my circles
but their centre I am not

motionless
waiting
waiting"

Blixa Bargeld

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BBmN6JtG58]

ich hab’ dich unglücklich erwischt

B.

bleib
bleib
bleib
bleib
es fehlen stäbe, stäbe fehlen
die zwischenräume sind gross genug
dein schnelles herz wenn ich dich halte
ich hab’ dich unglücklich erwischt
bleib
bleib
bleib
bleib
ich kann dich nicht
am fliegen hindern
aber selbst zwei kontinente weiter
noch singen hören
bleib
bleib
bleib

Blixa Bargeld
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEPJ3It_lTQ]
[stay
stay
stay
stay
bars are missing, missing bars
the gaps between are big enough
your rapid heart when I hold you
I caught you in a bad way
stay
stay
stay
I cannot
stop you flying
but even two continents away
can still hear you singing
stay
stay
stay
stay]

"para adultos de pé e olhos abertos"

"Se há pessoas que olham para o que construí como difícil de entender é porque não compreendem a complexidade da vida, e isso não é culpa minha, é defeito delas. (...) O medo de saber apavora-nos. A ideia de tomar consciência arrepia-nos. Recusamos a possibilidade de viver no interior de nós mesmos. O facto de um livro contar uma história apazigua o nosso lado infantil. Não serve de nada salvo para nos tranquilizar. E continuamos por fora do que nos inquieta, nos assusta, nos alerta (...) Fiz livros para adultos de pé e olhos abertos. (...) Não é possível falar racionalmente do que não é racional, explicar o que se passa antes das palavras, desarticular o que é feito de uma peça apenas e a vida do autor só para ele mesmo e, na melhor das hipóteses, para mais meia dúzia de criaturas, poderá ter interesse. A arte, mistério impenetrável, não cabe na razão lógica e qualquer tentativa de a desmontar será sempre inútil. (...) Permanecerá para sempre secreta e insolúvel. Pode bordar-se em torno mas fora da muralha, nada tem que ver com a inteligência, a razão, o raciocínio dedutivo: existe em si mesma, por si mesma e para si mesma, apenas permeável ao inconsciente e, no entanto, ao tocar-nos no inconsciente muda a nossa percepção do mundo e de nós mesmos em consequência de um mecanismo que nos escapa. (...)

Pelo teu amor dói-me o ar

o coração e o chapéu.

Isto, aparentemente, não significa nada e, no entanto, faz-nos vibrar como cordas."

António Lobo Antunes, Adeus, Visão nº 1024, 18/10/2012

Heart undone

"Slowly unravels
In a ball of yarn
The devil collects it
(...)
He'll never return it"

Björk

"He offers
A handshake
Crooked
Five fingers
They form a pattern
Yet to be matched
(...)
This time
I'm gonna keep me all to myself
'She loves him, she loves him'
And he makes me want to hand myself over"

Björk
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KqF8_UcUQdQ]

A tempestade aparece mesmo num dia azul

Pensava que já não doía mais, que não era possível que pudesse doer mais. Infelizmente, esqueci-me do bocadinho de vidro que continua enterrado junto às terminações nervosas ainda activas.

Parece que já não há mais nada para chorar - porque chorar - e isso não impede as lágrimas de cair. As putas insistem em não secar, ao contrário do resto de mim.

"What is normally called religion what I would tend to call music (...) I think records and music are more appropriate and more respectful of the human soul than the churches are. And more respectful of the needs of humans to communicate with the aspects of themselves that are neglected by language. I don't think people think about God so much as they think about themselves and how they're going to get through life."

Will Oldham

What has not disappeared in the storm...

Y&B

S&B

Não é coragem

... é apenas inevitabilidade. 

Transportar um cadáver junto ao coração faz-nos morrer um pouco também. Se já perdemos quase tudo... então não é coragem... é um não poder deixar de ser.

Through "the gloom and the blazing"

Surprised by what I found

"you've been on my mind

'cause it's about time to see things just as they are

(...)

I was surprised by what I found"

There's only so much damage a heart can take. And so much pain one can endure.


(I can assure it only fuckin' stops when there's nothing left of you.) 

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uctrQBJSY8]

In a nutshell...

2012 não tem sido mais do que isto. 

Y.

A labyrinth without walls

There is a labyrinth 

but it has no walls

there are no exit signs

no arrows, no red lines

and there is you and me

goes without saying

Where would you go without me?

We have to make decisions

before it gets too dark

the sunset is behind us

we're facing terra incognita

it's still hard to make decisions

in a labyrinth without walls

But where would you go without me?

Make up your mind

by chance or intuition

you can't just turn around 

stand motionless and wait

I could follow you 

or you could follow me

In this labyrinth 

without it's walls

where no ways are clearly marked

we find untrodden paths

we as you and me

goes without saying

And where would you go without me?

Homage to L. (who got caught in a storm)

It's been 5 years now. The memory of that night, of that moment, remains brutal. It still...
Miss you.

Maybe not

"Listen to me, don’t walk that street
There’s always an end to it
(...)
We all do what we can
So we can do just one more thing
We won’t have a thing
So we’ve got nothing to lose
We can all be free
Maybe not with words
Maybe not with a look
But with your mind

But with your mind"

Chan Marshall

I'm off

I'm off to save the world
At least I can hope

Josh T. Pearson

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0L9KghKIEfE]

Question to self

"What's a place like that doing in a girl like you?"

The Devastations

Things must be different from now on

I always knew what I was doing
I knew every face in the cast
Now who the hell let you in?
I thought I buried you way back, back in my past

I have waited so long
That whoever loved you is gone
So things will be different
From now on

Things will be different
From now on
Things will be different
From now on

The Devastations
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3SUy30vFi4]

Certeza desfeita?

Ou antes um coração desfeito?

Algures numa rua de Lisboa

Nota para S.

É tempo de parar quando: já não te preservas; ignoras o instinto natural de sobrevivência e te transformas numa suicida em potência; não evitas as lâminas que te rasgam a pele e as entranhas; és inconsequente no acto de acreditar; te permites uma existência enquanto desperdício vagamente humano.

Ultrapassaste os limites do razoável. Lembra-te disso sob pena de não conseguires regressar.

Enough is enough...

Resignar-me-ei. Aceitarei, por fim, a tua condição. Serei mais um ficheiro no teu arquivo morto. Partilharei a mesma sala escura com tudo o que atormenta a tua existência de estufa.

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKnTjYu4c44]