brittle bones

hey Lucinda, 
you come out drinking with me tonight
the summer is almost gone and soon
the path that leads to your house 
will be a treacherous with the frost 
and I'll make it last in this cold, alone at night

'I could drink all this body could hold
but for the fear I might fall over 
and break these brittle bones
and these dirty little cigarettes we smoke
and the liquor it just throws a cloak over the feelings we should show'

(...)

'I only dance to remember
how dancing used to feel'

[aqui]

second chance man

dreamers

the open window lets the rain in

Desde então a infância de Farida ficou órfã. Ela cresceu, acarinhada por si mesma, na infinita espera de sua mãe.


Mia Couto, Terra Sonâmbula

"a little drop of poison in a red red blood"

she needs a way to turn around the bend
she said I wanna walk away and start all over again

there are things I've done I can't erase
I wanna look in the mirror and see another face
I said never but I'm doin' it again
I wanna walk away and start over again

no more rain no more roses
on my way
shake my thirst in a cool cool pond


Tom Waits [*]

Quero pôr os tempos, em sua mansa ordem, conforme esperas e sofrências. Mas as lembranças desobedecem, entre a vontade de serem nada e o gosto de me roubarem do presente. Acendo a estória, me apago a mim. No fim destes escritos, serei de novo sombra sem voz.

Mia Couto, Terra Sonâmbula

S.

[a nossa história tem a pele frágil de equívocos e coisas que quase foram.]

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