"There is absence, there is lack, there are wolves here abound"
Sunday, June 17, 2012
“tinha sido mais um ocaso que um caso. Não me recosturara daquela
ferida.Sabem aquela misteriosa
luz que parece arredondar o escuro quando apagamos todas as luzes?(…) Quando fecho os olhos para me passear
no passado, ela é a primeira a visitar-me.”
Mia Couto, O caçador de ausências, O Fio das Missangas
"When you ask me to sing it feels my heart would burst with pride
And I look at your face and tears come to my eyes
All that's harsh and wrong in my life melts into one sweet song
And my love spreads wings like a glad bird flying over the road"
"I am here, right here
Where god puts none asunder
And you, in black dress and black shoe
You do invite me under
Go on, go there
You can see me aging
Stars turn, balls burn
Coming kids are raging
Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun
La la la...
Every terrible thing is a relief Even months on end buried in grief
Are easy light times which have to end
With the coming of your death friend
Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun
Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun
La la la...
So strap me on and raise me high
Cause buddy I'm not afraid to die
But life is long and it's tremendous
And we're glad that you're here with us And since we know an end will come
It makes our living fun
Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun
Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun
Death to me and death to you
Tell me what else can we do die do
Death to all and death to each
Our own god-bottle's within reach
Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun"
Sabes o que é não sentir o coração e sentir o coração, tud’uma batida só, sangue leve no peito e lágrimas limpas a escorrer? (…) Vou-te confessar: espanto é só aquilo que ainda nunca tínhamos vivido com a nossa pele!
“é tarde? que importância terá ser tarde se o cansaço do
mundo não abandona a roupa. ouço o corpo inquieto, imobilizado à porta de sua
própria destruição.
(…)
vou coser as pálpebras
de amianto com uma finíssima agulha de fogo, flexível, para não deixar cicatriz
na bainha azul das palavras, vou dormir abandonadamente sem tirar os óculos
escuros que me defendem contra o mundo, e no abismo das insónias
reinventar-te-ei.”
Al Berto
S.
Monday, June 11, 2012
começo por cerrar os olhos com vida dentro
e sentir vontade de enlouquecer muito
valter hugo mãe,estou escondido na cor amarga do fim da tarde
"Ich bin das letzte Biest am Himmel Ich bin das letzte Biest am Himmel Halt mich fest, ich trockne aus Es zerfällt mein Licht Halt mich fest im Zenit"
