quinta-feira, setembro 28, 2006
Truque da Polaroide
olho-o a dormir
escorregou por entre-lençóis-quentes, viro-o
a respiração coalhava pelas costas, ele finge dormir
solta um ligeirissímo e desordenado resfolegar, ao sentir o sexo
[retirar-se...
... amanhã nem sequer falaremos disto
dormimos
outros dias em que a solidão é mais cruel olha-o só
sentado aqui no meio do quarto
em frente aos textos emendados, remediados, remendados
ferido, ele masturba-se
depois acorda-o, conta uma história qualquer, beija-o
sorri-lhe com os lábios a tremerem de abelhas
... ele continua a dormir, indiferente ao mel
vagueio pela casa
rente aos ângulos estreitos dos corredores, sem saber por onde
[ fugir-me...
Al Berto in 366 poemas que falam de amor ( antologia de Vasco Graça Moura - Quetzal pág 392)
Falésias
Poder-me-ão encontrar, trago um rapaz na minha memória, a casa a uma janela
da qual ele vem como um sabor à boca,
falésias onde o aguardo à hora do crepúsculo
Regresso assim ao mar de que não posso
falar sem recorrer ao fogo e as tempestades ao longe multiplicam-nos os passos
Onde eu não sonhe a solidão fá-lo por mim
Luís Miguel Nava in 366 poemas que falam de amor (antologia de Vasco Graça Moura - Quetzal pág 370)
terça-feira, setembro 26, 2006
Recordação
O rosto erecto
Dá a impressão de inclinado
Por certa graça esplendente
De nobreza
Rio lindo chama pura
Aparição convergida
Pelos astros espantosa
Deixas-me o corpo o teu corpo
E o desenho da tua alma
Nas minhas mãos escultoras
Deixas-me a voz essa voz
Que guarda vozes no fundo
Dos seus véus de maravilha
Deixas-me véus maravilhas
A confiança na vida
e dois lábios esmagados
Insuportáveis felizes
Alberto de Lacerda in 366 Poemas Que Falam de Amor ( compilação de Vasco Graça Moura - Quetzal pág. 47 )
segunda-feira, setembro 25, 2006
Breathe Me
Breathe Me
Artist: Sia
Artist: Sia
Album: Colour The Small One
Year: 2004
Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame
Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me
Ouch I have lost myself again
Lost myself and
I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah I think that I might break
I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe
Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me
Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me
Ed Harcourt - She Fell Into My Arms
Ed Harcourt
She Fell Into My Arms
Well I burnt all my travellers cheques
Just to show you my respect
Then I hung myself out to dry
And you looked at me and asked me why
So I said I don't mind if I lose
'Cause if I win I'll be so confused
But that's not what you'd expect
From a man whose plan is already wrecked
And if you need to kiss me
Then you'll most definitely miss me
When I'm gone
Well there's a thousand things I shouldn't do
But if I do them I should do them with you
So won't you fall into my arms again
And hold me for the world may end
And if you need to kiss me
Then you'll most definitely miss me
When I'm gone
God, you make me sing
Funny things about you
You infect my mind
All the time, you do
Well I just can't contain myself In fact
I'm worried I might lose my health
I can't eat, sleep or hardly breathe
I can hardly ever watch you leave
And if you need to kiss me
Then you'll most definitely miss me
When I'm gone
God, you make me sing
Funny things about you
You infect my mind
All the time, you do
Ed Harcourt
She Fell Into My Arms
Well I burnt all my travellers cheques
Just to show you my respect
Then I hung myself out to dry
And you looked at me and asked me why
So I said I don't mind if I lose
'Cause if I win I'll be so confused
But that's not what you'd expect
From a man whose plan is already wrecked
And if you need to kiss me
Then you'll most definitely miss me
When I'm gone
Well there's a thousand things I shouldn't do
But if I do them I should do them with you
So won't you fall into my arms again
And hold me for the world may end
And if you need to kiss me
Then you'll most definitely miss me
When I'm gone
God, you make me sing
Funny things about you
You infect my mind
All the time, you do
Well I just can't contain myself In fact
I'm worried I might lose my health
I can't eat, sleep or hardly breathe
I can hardly ever watch you leave
And if you need to kiss me
Then you'll most definitely miss me
When I'm gone
God, you make me sing
Funny things about you
You infect my mind
All the time, you do
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