Tuesday, March 26, 2013
unless...
You will find me waiting through spring and summer
You will find me waiting waiting for the fall
You will find me waiting for the apples to ripen
You will find me waiting for them to fall
You will find me by the banks of all four rivers
You will find me at the spring of conciousness
You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it's pouring down with rain
Blixa Bargeld*
Monday, March 25, 2013
Sunday, March 24, 2013
| from the past |
When you can't find your heart but your body keeps moving
When you can't tell your life apart from your dreams
Follow the lights into the valley
Gently respond to the pull of a string
Jason Webley
[www.youtube.com/watch?v=zD95A2Foda0]
Note to self
Hoje responsabilizei-nos. A ti por não me teres cuidado como se cuida de quem se ama. A mim por me ter resignado a viver na invisibilidade.
Não me senti culpada.
(pela primeira vez em muito tempo)
It could mean anything
| 25/04/2012 |
April
How could I not have seen
April
You coming
April
How could I have worn
Inappropriate clothing
April
All that careful stepping
Rounding of my soul
And now your rain
April
I feel you leaving
I don't know what silence means
It could mean anything
April
Won't you answer me
These days just seem to crush me
Hatching, collapsing, tumbling down
April
What if I drown
I drown
April
I see you leaving
I don't know what silence means
It could mean anything
Won't you answer me
I dreamed
I dreamed
April, April
That I'm walking
That I'm watching
April
Your rain
It overcomes me
Polly Jean Harvey*
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
How can it be as quiet as this, this close to the edge?
| F. by S. |
Feels like an ending
She's winding her way towards a conclusion
That never comes
Caroline feels uncomfortably numb
She's in deep
Surrendering to the promise of sleep
Almost done
Caroline plays an audience of one
And it isn't polite
She won't even try
A problem to no one
A problem to none
How can it be as quiet as this
This close to the edge?
Caroline says she's nobody's friend
| F. by S. |
How can you breathe
Embarrassed to be this far left of alone?
Caroline knows there's nobody home
It's ending
Winding its way towards a conclusion
Nearly done
Caroline knows there's nothing to come
When in doubt
She wanted to get it all down in writing
Didn't count
Better if someone else works it out
The files are deleted
No resisting at all
Already defeated
David Sylvian*
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Thursday, March 14, 2013
| home for a lonely heart |
Who measured the distance from the planets
Right down to your big blue spinning world
And heartbeats and tears and nervous laughter
Spilling down all over you, girl
Nick Cave*
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
The cat doesn't care, she's taking bets
Since we came to be here
the pills will not work anymore
Don't try cracking the turnstyle
or beating down the door.
Plastic rooms with false light
won't save us from the drums.
Horses beat the rhythm.
Carla Bozulich*
Sinto que algo me abandona, uma velha pele, um sonho do passado…
Como dizer esta tristeza?
Florestas sem música?
Adolfo Luxúria Canibal*
Monday, March 11, 2013
there won’t be a star left untouched
Just let me sit alone in this chair, my own make believe little throne
Ah Honey and collect the thoughts that’ll help me to stand
Josh T. Pearson*
Then your old friend silence will creep back into this pettiest of all places
He’ll ask you again, “Which is better or for worse, living with me or living with all my ghosts?”
Josh T. Pearson*
Thursday, March 07, 2013
With intensity, the drop evaporates by law
In conclusion, leaving is easy
When you've got some place you need to be
I'm giving up this gig for another season
(...)
What if I had stood there at the end
And said again and again and again and again and again
An answer to every question
Riding for the feeling
Would that have been a suitable goodbye?
Bill Callahan*
Note to self
When will you ever learn
That what happens there beyond the glass
Is simply none of your concern?
God has given you but one heart
You are not a home for the hearts of your brothers
And God does not care for your benevolence
Anymore than he cares for the lack of it in others
Nor does he care for you to sit
At windows in judgement of the world He created
While sorrows pile up around you
Ugly, useless and over-inflated
Nick Cave*
Wednesday, March 06, 2013
Tuesday, March 05, 2013
Why so green and lonely?
Broken branches trip me as I speak
Just cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there
Just cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there
There's always a siren singing you to shipwreck
(...)
We are accidents waiting
Waiting to happen
Thom Yorke*
Sunday, March 03, 2013
Lá estava o meu morto - e eu invisível no meio da multidão, com saudades daquele para quem já não faço sentido de forma nenhuma.
Friday, March 01, 2013
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Stacking up hope
| S.'s 50' appointment |
And I don't feel well
Oh, couldn't you tell,
From the way I touch my face?
(...)
And I ain't no Hercules
I ain't no Hercules
Keaton Henson*
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Hit-and-run
O mínimo que podias ter feito era ter enfrentado os destroços da tua escolha, sabendo que isso poderia ter salvo uma vida... com a devida assistência não teríamos amputado a confiança no sonho.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Pré-requisito
- traz a sua declaração de intenções preenchida? ah, ainda não pensou nisso?... pois, compreendo... desculpe, vamos ter que ficar por aqui. Sabe... eu já não consigo confiar. Não, uma carta de recomendação não me chega.
Monday, February 25, 2013
As cores saturadas da ilha; aquela rua a norte da península; dezenas de recantos, os intermináveis parques, a loja italiana onde bebíamos café, o gato numa janela em Kreuzberg... de forma intermitente estas imagens assombram os meus dias, e eu não sei o que fazer com elas.
*
*
Sunday, February 24, 2013
teachings to keep
"if we could ever remove humiliation out of our psique then we can continue to learn things (...) I said if anyone has got a problem with it, that is your problem."
Eddie Izzard
Eddie Izzard
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
"Can you feel my heartbeat?"*
Who cares, who cares what the future brings?
Black road long and I drove and drove
I came upon a crossroad
The night was hot and black
(...)
Oh let the damn day break
The rainy days always make me sad
Nick Cave*
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
Will you? Will I?
I dreamed that we buried something down in the dirt
outback of where we lived
something that was a secret
and now it only comes back when I sleep and dream, dream
will you wake up before you hit the ground?
Hugo Race
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Zu spät
No teu currículo há (mais) um ano de fuga e de culpa auto-inflingida. No meu figura um ano da mais pura desilusão. É demasiado tarde para o abraço que redime.
(para ti foi assim)
(para ti foi assim)
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
All my life I failed to see
One good thing standing in front of me
(...)
Help me, help me, help me, baby, reach down and collect me
Nick Cave*
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Sunday, February 10, 2013
No more*
Mantive sempre os indisponíveis por perto. Amei-os. Justifiquei-lhes tudo, até o egoísmo extremo e a pobre comunicação. Não arrombei a entrada, esperei, pacientemente, incompreensivelmente. Recolhi as migalhas. E paguei caro a entrega - a heart filled with music is not enough.
And no more do I sing of things better left untold*
And no more do I sing of things better left untold*
Saturday, February 09, 2013
Friday, February 08, 2013
Jesus makes the flowers grow all around the scene of her collision
There's some cat on the saxophone
Laying down a litany of excuses
(...)
She lives in some forgotten song
And moves like she is zombie-strong
Breathes steady as the pendulum keeps swinging
Nick Cave*
Tuesday, February 05, 2013
In der Enklave meines Herzens
in der Enklave meines Herzens
in der ich mich verlier
(...)
Zwei grosse schwarze Raben
fressen die Pflaumen aus dem Baum
Ob die andre Stadt mich lieb hat ...?
(...)
Komm mich mal besuchen
ich hab’ unendlich Zeit
und der Blick der ist vom Feinsten
über Wolken und die Stadt
Blixa Bargeld
[live oder nicht]
(in the enclave of my heart
where I lose myself
(...)
Two large black ravens
devouring the plums in the tree
I wonder if the other city cares for me...
(...)
Come and pay me a visit
I have unlimited time
and the view is most lovely
over the clouds and the town)
Monday, February 04, 2013
Sunday, January 27, 2013
a ten ton catastrophe on a 60 pound chain*
Vi o meu morto. Não fui capaz de ignorar a certidão de óbito, seria hipócrita e insensato.
(Num acto reflexo as lágrimas caíram sem que me desse conta)
*Nick Cave
(Num acto reflexo as lágrimas caíram sem que me desse conta)
*Nick Cave
Saturday, January 26, 2013
"espanta-me não sentir saudades, eu que sinto a falta de tudo. Ou talvez tenha mudado e sinta cada vez menos saudades daquilo que acabou. Não é verdade. É verdade. Não sei. Acho que não é verdade mas não sei. Pensando melhor, sei: não é verdade. A sério: não é verdade, sinto."
António Lobo Antunes, As lágrimas da lua, Visão nº 1038
António Lobo Antunes, As lágrimas da lua, Visão nº 1038
Friday, January 25, 2013
"há textos que basta mudá-los de lugar e ficam outra coisa.
(...)
O romance tem a função maravilhosa de confrontar pessoas e os modos de ver o mundo. Eu não tenho medo dos romances que dizem coisas. Não tem mal nenhum uma obra de arte perturbar e ajudar a alterar a percepção das pessoas em relação ao mundo."
Rui Zink, Visão nº 1037
(...)
O romance tem a função maravilhosa de confrontar pessoas e os modos de ver o mundo. Eu não tenho medo dos romances que dizem coisas. Não tem mal nenhum uma obra de arte perturbar e ajudar a alterar a percepção das pessoas em relação ao mundo."
Rui Zink, Visão nº 1037
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
| S.s fragil herz |
dein schnelles herz wenn ich dich halte
ich hab’ dich unglücklich erwischt
Blixa Bargeld
festhalten
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
About C.
| S. |
(there is a goal, keep the perspective)
P.s. - He has words for you:
My body's weak
I feel my heart giving up on me
I'm worried it might just be
My body's weak,
Feel my lungs giving up on me
I'm worried it might just be
Something my soul needs
Something my soul needs
Something my soul needs
Monday, January 21, 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
6 anos sem K.
Foi a minha primeira grande perda - a primeira desse ano.
Não houve dias suficientes para a despedida - nunca há. Não houve horas suficientes naquela tarde em que mo tiraram dos braços para o levar onde eu não consegui... não houve nada que me preparasse para a brutalidade daquele dia 17; a brutalidade de escolher o fim - esgotadas todas as hipóteses -, por querer que o sofrimento dele parasse; nada, absolutamente nada, me preparou para a brutalidade da ausência permanente e do tempo que demora a doer menos.
Não tenho terreno fértil para cultivar os sonhos. Pouca coisa pode crescer entre rocha e cinza. Num acto de resignação tento(am) convencer-me de que um dia será possível... que por agora tenho sorte por conseguir sequer ter ervas daninhas a começar a rebentar.
(is this worth it? tempted to say: not at all.)
(is this worth it? tempted to say: not at all.)
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Tongue-tied
I don't know why I feel so tongue-tied
Don't know why
I feel
So skinned alive.
My thoughts are misguided and a little naive
I twitch and I salivate like with myxomatosis
You should put me in a home or you should put me down
I got myxomatosis
I got myxomatosis
Thom Yorke*
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