porque todas as vidas são secretas, muitas vezes, mesmo para quem as vive.

(...) 

Mas é indubitável que a minha memória também se constrói dos outros e com os outros, os outros dão-nos mais existência, dão mais existência ao que nos acontece. O que existe só em nós está quase sempre condenado ao esquecimento. Ou à ilusão.

Dulce Maria Cardoso, Visão nº 1168

hey you..."go on ahead and take this the wrong way"

do you still leave nothing 
but bones in the way?
did you bury the carnival
lions and all
excuse me while I sharpen my nails
and just who are you this time?
you look rather tired
(who drinks from your shoe)
are you pretending to love
well, I hear that it pays well
how do your pistol and your Bible and 
your sleeping pills go?
are you still jumping out of windows in expensive clothes?
well I fell in love 
with your sailor's mouth and your wounded eyes.
you better get down on the floor
don't you know this is war
tell me who are you this time?
tell me who are you this time?


Tom Waits

bebo para que as remotas cicatrizes doutros corpos não desatem a doer.


Al Berto

And if you think I am ruined
I'm not ruined, I am whole
I am fine, not even broken
Maybe soft spoken, maybe so
Although my bones, you may have shattered
It's only matter
It's not my soul
(...)
It doesn't matter, because I am whole


Bianca Casady [*]

Andemos, meu amor,
de coração descalço sobre o sol


Mia Couto

05:38

O cansaço faz-me crer que a única alternativa é arrancar o pano verde, jogar fora as cartas e dedicar-me a um qualquer jogo de tabuleiro. O teu bluff já me custou demasiado. A cada partida a pele ganha novas cicatrizes e, francamente, vai perdendo a beleza.

And your words chased round and round in my head
Last night
They chased their own tales
And your words jigged round my mind all night
To look at me now, I’m quiet as sound

And the tide shrinks back into its womb
And I hope the empty shells and bones of your stories
Will litter and clutter the shores
And I hope that when I find them
I’ll remember how they danced
And the racket they made
When they were alive


King Creosote [*]

shhhh

S.

"won't you let me underneath your halo?"

undone

o sacana que me bate no peito parece só ter uma missão:

deixar-me de rastos a apanhar estilhaços, a remendar tudo de novo. até deixar de ser músculo capaz de suportar os batimentos.



[*]

(ao sacana devia arrancá-lo, lentamente, deixá-lo-ia a apodrecer. na melhor das hipóteses oferecê-lo para ser despedaçado pelas presas de um lobo... já chega de filha da putice.)

deviam chover lágrimas quando o coração pesa muito e há momentos, palavra de honra, não se compreende o motivo, mas pesa, sente-se dentro o

(ia escrever o incómodo e não incómodo conforme não tristeza, não dor, como traduzir isto, não sei)

Deviam chover lágrimas quando o coração pesa muito e há momentos palavra de honra que pesa

(para já fica assim)…

António Lobo Antunes

...

Then a monster will get you
And love does no good

BPB

...

Perfect Day

amanhecer com vontade de gritar ao universo: "vai-te foder que eu estou farta das tuas (falsas) partidas".


[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UW0juuX6Ao]

these arms of mine

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.]