If you love me and I’m weak, then weaker you must love me more, (...) And in the morning we’ll wrestle and ruin our stomachs with coffee, Won’t we be, won’t we be, won’t be so happy?
Tornámo-nos dois idiotas que gerem equívocos com pinças. Desenvolvemos a fórmula, pesamos cada grama, mantemos o espaço impecavelmente estéril, como se a segurança do laboratório pudesse conter a explosão.
As perdas vivem-se na solidão. De nada lhe servem as parcas palavras que se conseguem articular. Nada o substituirá.
De fora assiste-se, de coração apertado, com a impotência de quem sabe que só o tempo lento vai tornar a dor mais suportável.
Estou farta da tua existência em papel, em burocracia, em ansiedade. Há tanto que deixaste de ser e não termina. É brutalmente violento que o teu fim tenha que ser declarado judicialmente ou com reconhecimento notarial de assinaturas. Não bastam as cicatrizes?
Will the dwindling ice bear our weight much longer?
calm. windless.
When comes the wind that billows our words' sails?
heart pregnant. in expectation.
Will it be a south wind that drives us to the north?
small ice age. foundlings.
Or will only Boreas get us on
the desired course?
in no time.
What nameless others does the storm which seizes us now already carry?
only glacier comrades
Is it certain that the land in sight is not part of the Arctic?
it's already taken so long...
Blixa Bargeld
[original:
tauwetter. schmelzfvorgänge.
Schwindet unter uns nicht allmählich das tragende Eis? flaute. windstill. Wann kommt der Wind der unsrer Worte Segel bläht ? herzschwanger. in erwartung. Wird es ein Südwind sein der uns nach Norden treibt? kleine eiszeit. findlinge. Oder bringt uns nur Boreas auf den Kurs den Wünschenswerten? im nu. Welche namelosen Anderen schon trägt der Sturm der uns jetzt fasst? nur gletschergenossen Ist es sicher, dass das Land in Sicht nicht noch Teil der Arktis ist?
I am a cinematographer I am a cinematographer O, I am a cinematographer O, I am a cinematographer And I walked away from New York city And I walked away from everything that's good And I walked away from everything I leaned on Only to find it's made of wood, made of wood And I was a big ol' bear once O, I was a big ol' bear once O, I was a big ol' bear once O, I was a big ol' bear once And I walked away from California And I walked away from everything that's shown And I walked away from everything I lived for Only to find everything had grown, everything had grown Now, I am a cinematographer O, I am a cinematographer O, I am a cinematographer O, I am a cinematographer If you were alone You could walk away from Louisville alone Bonnie 'Prince' Billy
"Tomei a mais masculina das atitudes: fugir..." É uma frase forte e simples. Tem estilo, força, precisão assassina - enfim, tudo qualidades que ultimamente tenho andado a perder
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
Bonnie 'Prince' Billy
[o meu exemplo de respeito, partilha e companheirismo dura há 43 anos!]
Thursday, August 07, 2014
Com o capítulo da perda encerrado, resta-me perceber a coerência.
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Don’t wanna fall into your eyes again Don’t wanna lose myself into this light I could be the one to die in pain Don’t wanna fall into this trap again Don’t wanna lose myself into this fight I could be the one to die in pain But if you hold me tight I’ll kiss you all night Oh do you love me after all? Woodkid
Qohen Leth: Nothing adds up. Joby: No. You've got it backwards, Qohen. Everything adds up to nothing, that's the point. Qohen Leth: What's the point? Joby: Exactly. What's the point of anything?
Thought I had a dream once Don't remember what Your voice cut straight through me Right down to my bones Like a winter's wind it Knocked out my soul Thought I had some time here Left my watch at home Thought I had ideas once But they were all on loan Thought I conquered something Then it took me down What I thought I heard clearly It wasn't sound Thought I felt your heartbeat It was just my counting Angel Olsen [...]
os meus amigos não são aqueles para quem fui tudo até ao momento em que passei a ser nada, não são aqueles que me abandonaram quando deixei de lhes ser útil, os meus amigos não são aqueles com quem partilhei segredos e que, anos mais tarde, quando nos cruzamos por acaso, nem sei se hei-de cumprimentá-los.
José Luís Peixoto, Aquilo que os meus amigos esperam de mim, Visão nº 1103