que horas serão dentro do meu corpo? que mineral vermelho jorraria se golpeasse uma veia?


Al Berto,  O Medo

on and on

stealing cars

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 [*]

Joshua Idehen | Poetry Reading | Latitude 2013

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

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

heavy love

"Breathe, keep breathing..."

Tattooed Man

Some days I don't give a fuck
and some days I care much too much
Then my mind gets in a rush
and I can't shut it off

I'm an open receiver

Some days I'm out of luck
and sometimes I get way out of touch
Every now and then I wanna give up
because I'm spinning

One day when I rise above
I'll be a believer

I'll be a believer

Hugo Race

yearning

here shall we live in this terrible town
where the price for our eyes shall squeeze them tight like a fist
and the walls shall have eyes 
and the doors shall have ears
but we'll dance in the dark 
and they'll play with our lives

like a slow burn leading us on and on and on
like a slow burn turning us round and round and round
but who are we? So small in times such as these
slow burn, slow burn


David Bowie (*)

tagelang weiß

Where We Begin

blindlessness

you can test me all you want
I ain't changin'
and you can taunt me all you like
but I ain't sayin'

you can push me all you dare
I ain't movin'
and you can please me all you need
but I ain't decidin'


Micah P. Hinson (*)

She was gone, and the coldness of it was her final gift. She died somewhere in the dark... there is no other tale to tell.


The Road

won't we?

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?

(*)

Bonnie 'Prince' Billy

as a reminder

We got empty tummies but it won't always be
One day it's gonna be quail and dumplings for we


Bonnie 'Prince' Billy

I’ll say goodbye before we meet
It’s not who I am
It’s who I’ll never be.

"tonight the stars reduce us back to nothing"

aviso à navegação

Aos aproveitadores e aos que vêem nas contas de cêntimos uma borracha para o sentimento de culpa:

Ide-vos todos foder!

idiotas com pinças

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.

kurzlebig

A de amor, A de aquário

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.


p.s. - abraço apertado em ti.

note to self

Wake up slowly, there are blue skies
Cutting white lines in black matter

Keren Ann

bested bones

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?

"The possibilities are endless now, the forecast not so good"

s.

Lullaby

herzschwanger. in erwartung.

Boreas

thaw. unfreezing.

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?

es dauert doch so lange schon...]

"Only to find everything had grown"

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

note to self

Não! Não quero! Não é este o sonho.

[pensa ela enquanto o conformismo, disfarçado de responsabilidade, ganha terreno... e toma o lugar da fluidez de movimentos, dos pés leves da dança.]

S.

it's a parade

Doppelgänger

[Honestly, it's not what it appears to be
But only memories that ain't got shit to do with you]

"and what do you want, warm heart?"

i´ll be alright

"one little sip, sip, sip, sip, before I catch, catch, catch on fire"

"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 


Rui Zink, A realidade agora a cores

beware

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

43

We know that nothing else for us is possible


Bonnie 'Prince' Billy

[o meu exemplo de respeito, partilha e companheirismo dura há 43 anos!]

Com o capítulo da perda encerrado, resta-me perceber a coerência.

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

nothing adds up

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?



The Zero Theorem
[Terry Gilliam]

a "wolf without a pack"

meyou

life full of holes

anyone who had a heart

aeon

it's time to make a mess