Vai chegar o dia em que eu não escreverei mais sobre ti, mas amanhã não é ainda a véspera desse dia. Pedro Mexia (a-leiseca)
[Ouvi-o tocar, vi o teu nome e afastei-me. Não quero ouvir a tua voz, quero manter-te morto... mas desde esse momento que tenho um nó na garganta e o coração a bater descompassado. Anseio pela véspera de tal dia.]
- "quando eu penso no que quero para o futuro tu não estás incluída";
- "o caminho que decidi percorrer é o do bem estar";
- "a minha vontade não é estar contigo";
- "não é terapêutico nem para mim nem para ti";
- "a verdade acima de tudo".
Like a far flung star There you are Littlest than before As you slip from my fingertips Left me here on the burning shore Searched and searched Ah, you were worth so much More than you ever thought you were Everything you believe I still carry with me Broken down on the burning shore And it must have felt much easier To have the stars along your side And it must have felt much easier To have the world along your side A Daddy's girl I see you curl And sleeping on the floor Maybe you dream a little dream of me Down here on the burning shore Yeah, there you are Attached to a star Beyond the point of no return Maybe you ought to spare a thought For those of us down here who never learn And it must have felt much easier To have the world along your side And it must have felt much easier To have the stars along your side
Out of sorrow entire worlds have been built Out of longing great wonders have been willed They're only little tears, darling, let them spill And lay your head upon my shoulder Outside my window the world has gone to war
As últimas palavras foram secas, assépticas. Transportam o peso da desistência e da desilusão - não sei sequer se repararás na falta de calor, de humanidade. Foram escritas por quem não tolera nem mais um golpe numa pele cheia de cortes profundos e intermináveis.
What you've managed is to cheapen everything I've done and don't pretend to know what I've been through, son. And these days grievances come through my open door, (...) I was once a careless lover, now I live most undercover. Keaton Henson [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvD4bAqj5qc]
Does he know when you're sad? You don't like to be touched, Let alone kissed. Does he know where your lips begin? Do you know who you are? Do you laugh, just to know what I lack? Do you know your lip shakes when you're mad? And do you notice when you're sad? You don't like to be touched, Let alone kissed. Does his love make your head spin?
“os eucaliptos dos anos destroem tudo em torno de nós. Sobram cinzas, raízes, sombras, restos de pedras calcinadas, vozes ao rés da erva à procura da boca onde nasceram, a pedir que as escutemos. O que se ganha em troca? Uma cor diferente no silêncio, aquilo a que chamamos sabedoria e não é mais que uma tristeza resignada”
Não passo sequer no quarteirão do cemitério. Ainda não descobri como se faz o luto de um vivo. Só lhe consegui esquecer a voz... mas não o cheiro, a pele, as palavras e, sobretudo, o calor do abraço. Temo encontrá-lo a cada esquina e... perceber que não morreu ainda.
I asked my father, I said, "Father change my name." The one I'm using now it's covered up with fear and filth and cowardice and shame. (...) He said, "I locked you in this body, I meant it as a kind of trial." (...) "Then let me start again," I cried, "please let me start again, I want a face that's fair this time, I want a spirit that is calm." Leonard Cohen
I stepped into an avalanche, it covered up my soul; when I am not this hunchback that you see, I sleep beneath the golden hill. You who wish to conquer pain, you must learn, learn to serve me well. You strike my side by accident as you go down for your gold. The cripple here that you clothe and feed is neither starved nor cold; he does not ask for your company, not at the centre, the centre of the world. When I am on a pedestal, you did not raise me there. Your laws do not compel me to kneel grotesque and bare. I myself am the pedestal for this ugly hump at which you stare. You who wish to conquer pain, you must learn what makes me kind; the crumbs of love that you offer me, they're the crumbs I've left behind. Your pain is no credential here, it's just the shadow, of my wound. I have begun to long for you, I who have no greed; I have begun to ask for you, I who have no need. You say you've gone away from me, but I can feel you when you breathe. Do not dress in those rags for me, I know you are not poor; you don't love me quite so fiercely now when you know that you are not sure, it is your world, beloved, it is your flesh that I wear.
"I have so many bruises, I have so many scars, but you have such a smile. Oh you have such a smile.
I can't believe I was counting the days it would take to come back if I leave.
Oh, I can't believe I was blinking and trying to read between the lines.
I can't believe I was swimming in this empty pool.
Oh, I can't believe you're my Big Bang."
Was there a time when love had failed you And left you no place left to turn? And was there a time when love had cradled you And would catch you from any fall? It's not so serious, not so serious Not so serious, after all And was there a wolf that escaped from your dream And hid behind your bedroom door? And was there a hand that reached out and pulled you near And would catch you from any fall? It's not so serious, not so serious Not so serious, after all Mother dear The sky is falling Through this night I am crawling around I need the sound of your heart. Tindersticks
While you were searching for your Gods I was walking through the dark Trying to find a way To make you stay With me But I'm no match for your Gods They have something I have not The promise of a perfect love (...) While you were searching for your Gods I turned my back on us Trying to leave you be So you could find your way Back to me Azure Ray