quinta-feira, dezembro 31, 2009

Receita de ano novo...

Para você ganhar belíssimo Ano Novo
cor do arco-íris, ou da cor da sua paz,
Ano Novo sem comparação com todo o tempo já vivido
(mal vivido talvez ou sem sentido)
para você ganhar um ano
não apenas pintado de novo, remendado às carreiras,
mas novo nas sementinhas do vir-a-ser;
novo
até no coração das coisas menos percebidas
(a começar pelo seu interior)
novo, espontâneo, que de tão perfeito nem se nota,
mas com ele se come, se passeia,
se ama, se compreende, se trabalha,
você não precisa beber champanha ou qualquer outra birita,
não precisa expedir nem receber mensagens
(planta recebe mensagens?
passa telegramas?)

Não precisa
fazer lista de boas intenções
para arquivá-las na gaveta.
Não precisa chorar arrependido
pelas besteiras consumidas
nem parvamente acreditar
que por decreto de esperança
a partir de janeiro as coisas mudem
e seja tudo claridade, recompensa,
justiça entre os homens e as nações,
liberdade com cheiro e gosto de pão matinal,
direitos respeitados, começando
pelo direito augusto de viver.

Para ganhar um Ano Novo
que mereça este nome,
você, meu caro, tem de merecê-lo,
tem de fazê-lo novo, eu sei que não é fácil,
mas tente, experimente, consciente.
É dentro de você que o Ano Novo
cochila e espera desde sempre.

Carlos Drummond de Andrade

Breves linhas que eu gostaria de ter escrito...

http://tempocontado.blogspot.com/2009/12/que-sabem-os-outros.html

http://tempocontado.blogspot.com/2009/12/logo-meia-noite.html

sábado, dezembro 26, 2009

Ora pois...

“(…) o senhor é um homem muito bom, ela disse. Isso era verdade, eu era um homem bom, e também um grande mentiroso.”

Rubem Fonseca “Ela E Outras Mulheres”

Tenho a certeza...

“(…) acho que quando a dor é muito forte o sentimento é silencioso.”

Rubem Fonseca “Ela E Outras Mulheres”

Apenas...

“Não é simplista. É apenas simples, e as definições simples são sempre as mais correctas.”


Rubem Fonseca “Ela E Outras Mulheres”


quarta-feira, dezembro 23, 2009

Coisas que nos fazem bem...

Às vezes, quando nos sentimos uma merda, quando sabemos que magoámos quem não o merece, quando a vida nos surpreende e troca as voltas e caminhos, há palavras que nos relembram que, de vez em quando, muito de vez em quando, até fizemos alguma coisa de jeito no meio de todas as trapalhadas que vamos provocando.

http://escreveoqueteapetecer.blogspot.com/2009/12/tout-nest-pas-rose.html

Obrigado eu.

segunda-feira, dezembro 21, 2009

AL PACINO... uma lição...

"...And Justice For All" de Norman Jewison

quarta-feira, dezembro 09, 2009

Pedaço de mim...

Mama's dead, never again would she hold my hand
Never again to hear her call my name
How I miss it much more than I show, I miss it, oh

My mama's dead
No one to talk to when I'm, when I'm feelin' low
No one 'stand me when I, when I go too far

I need help, help, what will I do without help?

She tried so hard to make me a respectable man
She didn't really know me and she didn't really understand
She worked like a slave and prayed hard everyday
What did I do for her? My way was not her way

But now she's gone, her troubles are over, the pain is gone
I wish, I had made her proud to call me son
'Cause I love her more than she knows
More than she knew I love her

No one to cry, no one to sit by the bed side
No one to watch the light in my window
No one, no one to come in
Come in and pull the cover over my head at night
No one to say, son, everything will be alright

No one to say, somebody up there loves us
Lay your head on mama's breast and rest, yeah

Everybody got a mother and you know what I'm talking about
Mama's dead, mama's dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead

James Brown "Mamas Dead"

terça-feira, dezembro 08, 2009

Eu... cada vez mais...

Inverno não é 'inda mas Outono
Na sonata que bate no meu peito
Poeta distraído, cão sem dono
Até na própria cama em que me deito

Inverno não é 'inda mas Outono
Na sonata que bate no meu peito
Acordar é a forma de ter sono
No presente e no pretérito imperfeito

Mesmo eu de mim próprio me abandono
Se o rigor que me devo não respeito
Acordar é a forma de ter sono
No presente e no pretérito imperfeito

Morro de pé
Mas morro devagar
A vida é afinal o meu lugar
E só acaba quando eu quiser

Não me deixo ficar
Não pode ser
Peço meças ao Sol, ao céu, ao mar
Pois viver é também acontecer

A vida é afinal o meu lugar
E só acaba quando eu quiser

José Carlos Ary dos Santos "Sonata de Outono"

sexta-feira, dezembro 04, 2009

...?????

You dance real slow
You wreck it down
You walk away, then you
Turn around

What did that old blonde
Gal say?
That is the part...
You throw away

I want that beggars eyes
A winning horse
A tidy Mexican divorce

St. Mary's prayers
Houdini's Hands
And a Barman who always
Understands

Will you loose the flowers
Hold on to the vase
Will you wipe all those teardrops
Away from your fase
I can't help thinking
As I close the door
I have done all of this
Many times before

The bone must go
The wish can stay
The kiss don't know
What the lips will say

Forget I've hurt you
Put stones in your bed
And remember to never
Mind instead

Well all of your letters
Burned up in the fire
Time is just memory
Mixed in with Desire
That's not the road it is
Only the map...I say
Gone just like matches
From a closed down cabaret
In a Portuguese Saloon
A fly is a circling around
The room
You'll soon forget the
Tune that you play
For that is the part
You throw away
Ah, that is the part
You throw away

Tom Waits "The Part You Throw Away"

...????

Sun is red; moon is cracked
Daddy's never coming back
Nothing's ever yours to keep
Close your eyes, go to sleep
If I die before you wake
Don't you cry, don't you weep

Nothing's ever as it seems
Climb the ladder to you dreams
If I die before you wake
Don't you cry, don't you weep
Nothing's ever yours to keep
Close your eyes; go to sleep

Tom Waits "Lullaby"

...???

hell above and heaven below
all the trees are gone
the rain has a such a lovely sound
to those who're six feet underground
the leaves will bury every year
and no one knows I'm gone
leave me golden tell me dark
hide from Graveyard John
the moon is full here every night
and I can bathe here in his light
the leaves will bury every year
and no one knows I'm gone

Tom Waits "No One Knows I'm Gone"

...??

And if I have to go, will you remember me?
Will you find someone else, while I'm away?
There's nothing for me, in this world full of strangers
It's all someone else's idea
I don't belong here, and you can't go with me
You'll only slow me down

Until I send for you, don't wear your hair that way
If you cannot be true, I'll understand
Tell all the others, you'll hold in your arms
That I said I'd come back for you
I'll leave my jacket to keep you warm
That's all that I can do

And if I have to go, will you remember me?
Will you find someone else, while I'm away?

Tom Waits "If i have to go"

...?

Broken bicycles, old busted chains
With rusted handle bars, out in the rain
Somebody must have an orphanage for
All these things that nobody wants any more
September's reminding July
It's time to be saying goodbye
Summer is gone, but our love will remain
Like old broken bicycles out in the rain

Broken bicycles, don't tell my folks
There's all those playing cards pinned to the spokes
Laid down like skeletons out on the lawn
The wheels won't turn when the other has gone
The seasons can turn on a dime
Somehow I forget every time
For all the things that you've given me will always stay
Broken, but I'll never throw them away

Tom Waits "Broken Bicycles"

quarta-feira, dezembro 02, 2009

Para vocês que já cá não estão... 2

Every night I go
Every night I go sneaking out the door
I lie a little more
Baby I’ma helpless

There’s something bout the night
And the way it hides all the things I like
Little black butterflies
Deep inside me

What would that Mama Do (uh oh uh oh)
If she knew bout me and you (uh oh uh oh)
What would that Daddy say (uh oh uh oh)
If he saw me hurt this way (uh oh uh oh)

Why should i feel ashamed
Feeling guilty at the mention of your name
Here we are again
Its really perfect

What would that mama do (uh oh uh oh)
If she knew bout me and you (uh oh uh oh)
What would that Daddy say (uh oh uh oh)
If he saw me hurt this way (uh oh uh oh)

All the things a girl should know
All the things she can’t control
All the things a girl should know
SHE CAN’T CONTROL

What would that Mama Do (uh oh uh oh)
If she knew bout me and you (uh oh uh oh)
What would that Daddy say (uh oh uh oh)
If he saw me hurt this way (uh oh uh oh)

Pixie Lott "Mama Do"

Para vocês que já cá não estão... 1

Just yesterday morning they let me know you were gone
Susanne the plans they made put an end to you
I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song
I just can't remember who to send it to

I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again

Won't you look down upon me, jesus
You've got to help me make a stand
You've just got to see me through another day
My body's aching and my time is at hand
And I won't make it any other way

Oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again

Been walking my mind to an easy time my back turned towards the sun
Lord knows when the cold wind blows it'll turn your head around
Well, there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things
To come
Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground

Oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you, baby, one more time again, now

Thought I'd see you one more time again
There's just a few things coming my way this time around, now
Thought I'd see you, thought I'd see you fire and rain, now

James Taylor "Fire and Rain"