...anunciou-se a morte da poesia nestes tempos da pós modernidade... mas a poesia voltou simplesmente ao seu início, à origem mais remota, ao canto, à música...
Terça-feira, 29 de Junho de 2004
a perfect sonnet - bright eyes
lately i've been wishing i had one desire
something that would make me never want another
something that would make it so that nothing matters
all would be clear then
but i guess i'll have to settle for a few brief moments
and watch it all dissolve into a single second
and try to write it down into a perfect sonnet
or one foolish line
because that's all that you'll get
so you'll have to accept
you are here
then you're gone
i believe that lovers should be tied togehter
and thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather
left there to drown
left there to drown
in their innocence
but as for me i'm coming to the final chapter
i read all of the pages and there's still no answer
only all that was before i know must soon come after
that is the only way it can be
so i stand in the sun
and i breath with my lungs
trying to spare me the weight of the truth
saying everything you've ever seen was just a mirror
you've spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever
now you're laying in a bathtub full of freezing water
wishing you were a ghost
but once you knew a girl and you named her lover
and danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summers
but autumn came, she disappeared, you can't remember
where she said she was going to
but you know that she's gone
because she left you a song
that you don't wanna sing
singing i believe that lovers should be chained together
and thrown into a fire with their songs and letters
and left there to burn
left there to burn
in their arrogance
but as for me i'm coming to my final failure
i've killed myself with changes trying to make things better
but i still ended up becoming something other
that what i had planned to be
allright!
now i believe that lovers should be draped in flowers
and laid entwined together on a bed of clover
and left there to sleep
left there to dream
of their happiness
foi assim... de repente.
SUDDENLY (Billy Ocean)
I used to think that love was just a fairy tale
Until that first hello until that first smile
But if I had to do it all again I wouldn't change a thing
Cause this love is everlasting
Suddenly life has new meaning to me
There's beauty up above and things we never take notice of
You wake up suddenly you're in love
Girl you're everthing a man could want and more
One thousand words are not enough to say what I feel inside
Holding hands as we walk along the shore
Never felt like this before now you're all I'm living for
Each day I pray this love affair would last forever
There's beauty up above and things you never take notice of
You wake and suddenly you're in love
Segunda-feira, 14 de Junho de 2004
...não vai haver menina p'ra sobrar...
Menina dos olhos de Água
(letra música do GRANDE Pedro Barroso)
Menina em teu peito sinto o Tejo
e vontades marinheiras de aproar
menina em teus lábios sinto fontes
de água doce que corre sem parar
menina em teus olhos vejo espelhos
e em teus cabelos nuvens de encantar
e em teu corpo inteiro sinto o feno
rijo e tenro que nem sei explicar
se houver alguém que não goste
não gaste - deixe ficar
que eu só por mim quero-te tanto
que não vai haver menina p'ra sobrar
aprendi nos "Esteiros" com Soeiro
aprendi na "Fanga" com Redol
tenho no rio grande o mundo inteiro
e sinto o mundo inteiro no teu colo
aprendi a amar a madrugada
que desponta em mim quando sorris
és um rio cheio de água levada
e dás rumo à fragata que escolhi
se houver alguém que não goste
não gaste - deixe ficar...
que eu só por mim quero-te tanto
que não vai haver menina p'ra sobrar
Sábado, 12 de Junho de 2004
I was never crazy on my own...
How can I think I'm standing strong,
Yet feel the air beneath my feet?
How can happiness feel so wrong?
How can misery feel so sweet?
How can you let me watch you sleep,
Then break my dreams the way you do?
How can I have got in so deep?
Why did I fall in love with you?
CHORUS:
This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been
Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,
This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,
I was never crazy on my own.
And now I know that there's a link between the two,
Being close to craziness and being close to you.
How can you make me fall apart
Then break my fall with loving lies?
It's so easy to break a heart;
It's so easy to close your eyes.
How can you treat me like a child
Yet like a child I yearn for you?
How can anyone feel so wild?
How can anyone feel so blue?
CHORUS:
This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been
Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,
This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,
I was never crazy on my own.
And now I know that there's a link between the two,
Being close to craziness and being close to you.
KATIE MELUA - closest thing to crazy
Sexta-feira, 11 de Junho de 2004
nestes últimos dias andei muito com ela por isso não tenho ouvido música... eu e ela tem sido
Telepatia
Silêncio, Calma
Feitiçaria
Da tua alma
Passo a passo
Sem ter medo
Abrimos, soltámos
O nosso segredo
E a sorrir
Devorámos o mundo
Num abraço
Tão profundo
Telepatia
Sem contratempo
Deixei-te um dia
Num desalento
E eu sonhava
Existia
Pra sempre, pra sempre
Foi pura poesia
Sem pensar
Não vi-te, passavas
Pelo meu corpo
Não ficavas
Telepatia
Minha querida, eu soube sempre
Eu já sabia que te ia conhecer
Fiz tanta força
Para isto acontecer
És tão bonita meu amor
Eu não te queria perder
Já sei, adivinho
O que estás a pensar
Vim do outro lado do mar,
Talvez outro dia volte, não sei
Mas penso em ti, acredita
Adivinhei-te em segundos
Quando jurámos eternidade
E a sorrir
Devorámos o mundo
Num abraço
Tão profundo
Telepatia
Silêncio, Calma
Feitiçaria
Da tua alma
Lara Li - telepatia
Domingo, 6 de Junho de 2004
fui ver com ela
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;
"Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;"
Desires compos'd, affections ever ev'n,
Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav'n.
Grace shines around her with serenest beams,
And whisp'ring angels prompt her golden dreams.
For her th' unfading rose of Eden blooms,
And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes,
For her the Spouse prepares the bridal ring,
For her white virgins hymeneals sing,
To sounds of heav'nly harps she dies away,
And melts in visions of eternal day.
Alexander Pope - Eloisa to Abelard (excerto - para o poema completo:
http://www.blackmask.com/books44c/eloabdex.htm )