Sunday, March 15, 2015

thanks again mr. L

You don't love me, what's to love anyway?
You don't love me, would love be my saving grace?
You don't love me, ah ah ah

It's delirium, it's a childlike dream then it fades away
It's illusion, would love put me in my place?
The illusion, ah
The delirium, ah
The delusion, ah
Oh yeah yeah, I'm going nowhere
Now I'm going nowhere

You don't love me, what's to love anyway?
You don't love me, would love be my saving grace?
You don't love me, ah ah ah

Now I'm going nowhere
Oh yeah yeah yeah, I'm going nowhere
Oh yeah yeah yeah, I'm going nowhere
Oh yeah yeah yeah, with my torn red heart
With my torn red heart
With my torn red heart
With my torn red heart
With my torn red heart

Mark Lanegan [*]

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Tom's blues

uma alegria com a tristeza mal dissolvida no fundo, percebia-se um restinho idêntico a esse pó dos remédios na base do copo que por muito que se mexa com a colher continua


António Lobo Antunes, O Arquipélago da Insónia

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

borboletas numa caixa de sapatos em que eu abria furos para que respirassem
(não se calcula a quantidade de oxigénio que as borboletas requerem)
os grandes cães silenciosos que nos perseguem nos sonhos e ao saltarem para nos morder acordamos, pensa-se
- Sonhei
e no entanto um resto de saliva deles no pijama



António Lobo Antunes, O Arquipélago da Insónia