domingo, 24 de maio de 2009

Pequenos olhos

Pequenos olhos
Pequenas amêndoas
Pequenos olhos
Me aguardam, me agarram na última hora
Agora adeus
Os meus braços e olhos rasos d'água
Meu adeus

Saudade, meu
Saudade entrego adeus
Saudade, meu
Saudade entrego adeus

Pequenos olhos
Pequenas amêndoas
Pequenos olhos
Me aguardam, me agarram na última hora
Agora adeus
Os meus braços e olhos rasos d'água
Meu adeus

Saudade, meu
Saudade entrego adeus
Saudade, meu
Saudade entrego adeus
Saudade, meu
Saudade entrego adeus

Vamos ser da mesma boca
A mesma oca cheia de sal
Cheio de sol
O sal do mar e a luz
Vamos de sol pra dourar
O que há de bom
O que há de bom tom
Como se beijar a sós sem que os olhos vejam
E escancarar a cor ali
Vamos ser de um só
Um, meu bem e bem aqui
Na boca do estômago que arrepia
Que esfria
Vamos ser da boca do sol



cibelle

E só

quando estar sozinho
ficar sozinho
e só

e só
ficar sozinho
quando estar sozinho



arnaldo..

Falas de civilização

Falas de civilização, e de não dever ser,
Ou de não dever ser assim.
Dizes que todos sofrem, ou a maioria de todos,
Com as cousas humanas postas desta maneira.
Dizes que se fossem diferentes, sofreriam menos.
Dizes que se fossem como tu queres, seria melhor.
Escuto sem te ouvir.
Para que te quereria eu ouvir?
Ouvindo-te nada ficaria sabendo.
Se as cousas fossem diferentes, seriam diferentes: eis tudo.
Se as cousas fossem como tu queres, seriam só como tu queres.
Ai de ti e de todos que levam a vida
A querer inventar a máquina de fazer felicidade!


alberto..

sexta-feira, 22 de maio de 2009

Queen victoria

Queen victoria,
My father and all his tobacco loved you,
I love you too in all your forms,
The slim and lovely virgin floating among german beer,
The mean governess of the huge pink maps,
The solitary mourner of a prince.

Queen victoria,
I am cold and rainy,
I am dirty as a glass roof in a train station,
I feel like an empty cast iron exhibition,
I want ornaments on everything,
Because my love, she gone with other boys.

Queen victoria,
Do you have a punishment under the white lace,
Will you be short with her, will you make her read those little bibles,
Will you spank her with a mechanical corset.
I want her pure as power, I want her skin slightly musty with petticoats
Will you wash the easy bidet out of her head?

Queen victoria,
Im not much nourished by modern love,
Will you come into my life
With your sorrow and your black carriages,
And your perfect
Memories.

Queen victoria,
The twentieth century belongs to you and me.
Let us be two severe giants not less lonely for our partnership,
Who discolour test tubes in the halls of science,
Who turn up unwelcome at every worlds fair,
Heavy with proverbs and corrections,
Confusing the star-dazed tourists
With our incomparable sense of loss.


Leonard..

segunda-feira, 18 de maio de 2009

I love you Creedence

I'm Creedence Clearwater Wright
best friend of Elodie Eye
we've been tight since Percy Elementary
class of 1985
we moved together out to Philly after college
took a two bedroom at South & 9th
I sold my violin so we could have it easy
El got her grandmother's money when she died

we laughed like we were queens
& split our ballgowns at the seams
& every single time I'd dream
it was only El & me
but then she slipped away from me
she met a boy from New Jersey
& they fell fast in love of course
I swear it felt like a divorce

this September I'll be 26 years old
& El's the only one besides my dad
who's ever said I love you Creedence

took got a job downtown
it's an hour on the bus each way
typing letters for a lawyer in a bad toupee
it's dumb I know but it pays okay

& did I mention I moved out
I got my own place off of South
& I've been living hand to mouth
for going on a year by now
& yes I still see El around
it's different but I can't say how
she cut her hair it's back to brown
she's living with her boyfriend now

& since September I've been 26 years old
she's still the only one besides my dad
who's ever said I love you Creedence


Casiotone for the painfully alone

sexta-feira, 8 de maio de 2009

Não posso acompanhar seus passos
Porque suas botas são rápidas demais
E todas as luzes estão em você
E percebo que estou ficando para trás

Quando criança eu olhava para o céu
E via os pássaros entre as nuvens
Agora desço nesse buraco frio
Onde as lembranças tristes e felizes se confundem

Menininha confusa, tire suas botas prateadas
Enxugue o sangue do meu rosto
Oh não! Você fez uma piada

Andando no meu carro mágico
Acho que podemos realmente voar
Não sinto mais medo de cair
Então está na hora de voltar

Será que estamos longe demais
E tudo mudou de verdade
Vamos apenas dançar em círculos
E nos livrar de toda essa maldade

Menininha confusa, tire suas botas prateadas
Não existe arrependimento
A semente já foi plantada


cassio..

domingo, 3 de maio de 2009

Freedom of Love

(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti)

My wife with the hair of a wood fire
With the thoughts of heat lightning
With the waist of an hourglass
With the waist of an otter in the teeth of a tiger
My wife with the lips of a cockade and of a bunch of stars of the last magnitude
With the teeth of tracks of white mice on the white earth
With the tongue of rubbed amber and glass
My wife with the tongue of a stabbed host
With the tongue of a doll that opens and closes its eyes
With the tongue of an unbelievable stone
My wife with the eyelashes of strokes of a child's writing
With brows of the edge of a swallow's nest
My wife with the brow of slates of a hothouse roof
And of steam on the panes
My wife with shoulders of champagne
And of a fountain with dolphin-heads beneath the ice
My wife with wrists of matches
My wife with fingers of luck and ace of hearts
With fingers of mown hay
My wife with armpits of marten and of beechnut
And of Midsummer Night
Of privet and of an angelfish nest
With arms of seafoam and of riverlocks
And of a mingling of the wheat and the mill
My wife with legs of flares
With the movements of clockwork and despair
My wife with calves of eldertree pith
My wife with feet of initials
With feet of rings of keys and Java sparrows drinking
My wife with a neck of unpearled barley
My wife with a throat of the valley of gold
Of a tryst in the very bed of the torrent
With breasts of night
My wife with breasts of a marine molehill
My wife with breasts of the ruby's crucible
With breasts of the rose's spectre beneath the dew
My wife with the belly of an unfolding of the fan of days
With the belly of a gigantic claw
My wife with the back of a bird fleeing vertically
With a back of quicksilver
With a back of light
With a nape of rolled stone and wet chalk
And of the drop of a glass where one has just been drinking
My wife with hips of a skiff
With hips of a chandelier and of arrow-feathers
And of shafts of white peacock plumes
Of an insensible pendulum
My wife with buttocks of sandstone and asbestos
My wife with buttocks of swans' backs
My wife with buttocks of spring
With the sex of an iris
My wife with the sex of a mining-placer and of a platypus
My wife with a sex of seaweed and ancient sweetmeat
My wife with a sex of mirror
My wife with eyes full of tears
With eyes of purple panoply and of a magnetic needle
My wife with savanna eyes
My wife with eyes of water to he drunk in prison
My wife with eyes of wood always under the axe
My wife with eyes of water-level of level of air earth and fire

Andre Breton

sexta-feira, 1 de maio de 2009

Um raio de sol, vem pra me mostrar
Suas pequenas mãos sujas
Minto pra você, e tento me enganar
Estou cansado de todas essas fugas

Você estava distante, escondida nas nuvens
Deixe-me dormir um pouco mais
E esperar que todas as coisas feias mudem

E se Deus me deixou, onde foi que errei?
Acho que não sofri o bastante, acho que não mudei
E se eu deitar, e escutar seu coração virar dois
Talvez isso me traga paz, e não perceba que você se foi

E todas as palavras vazias, que minha alma sussurra
Não vão mais te ferir nem te incomodar
Mas aquela nuvem negra e escura
Derruba suas lagrimas e me faz afogar

Você estava distante, andando pelas montanhas
Deixe-me voar um pouco mais
Pra bem longe de todas as lembranças

E se Deus me deixou, onde foi que errei?
Acho que não sofri o bastante, acho que não mudei
E se eu deitar, e escutar seu coração virar dois
Talvez isso me traga paz, e não perceba que você se foi


kisso