segunda-feira, 25 de fevereiro de 2008

Björk no Sudoeste

A verdadeira revelação: Björk no Sudoeste! Que mais posso pedir este ano?

"Unravel"

while you are away
my heart comes undone
slowly unravels
in a ball of yarn
the devil collects it
with a grin
our love
in a ball of yarn

he'll never return it

so when you come back
we'll have to make new love

quarta-feira, 20 de fevereiro de 2008

lover, you should've come over




Looking out the door
I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations
As their shoes fill up with water

Maybe I'm too young
To keep good love from going wrong
But tonight, you're on my mind so
You never know

Broken down and hungry for your love
With no way to feed it
Where are you tonight?
Child, you know how much I need it.
Too young to hold on
And too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away,
When he feels like he should be having his fun
Much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really,
He has no-one...

So I'll wait for you... And I'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return?
Oh, will I ever learn?
Oh, Lover, you should've come over
Cause it's not too late.

Lonely is the room the bed is made
The open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one
Who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep
That won't ever come
It's never over,
My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over,
all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her...
It's never over,
All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter...
It's never over,
She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever...

But maybe I'm just too young to keep good love
From going wrong
Oh... lover you should've come over...

Yes, and I feel too young to hold on
I'm much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind
To see the damage I've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love, well I'll wait for you
Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late.

:: Jeff Buckley ::

sábado, 9 de fevereiro de 2008

sexta-feira, 8 de fevereiro de 2008

humor negro

Bunnies Suicide



Mais tarde....

radiografia



Esta poderia ser uma radiografia do meu dia-a-dia laboral, se tal radiografia fosse possível. Tudo começa num primeiro e pequeno ponto: uma questão, uma situação, uma acção. Resultado: muitas questões, muitas situações, e na maior parte das vezes, poucas acções. Consequentemente, também a minha paciência se ramifica, de tal forma que por vezes se perde dela mesma. E de mim. Resta-me então, ao fim de mais um dia de trabalho, apreciar a beleza desta imagem, dando à minha vida um significado.

sexta-feira, 1 de fevereiro de 2008

velho



Velho caprichoso, o Tempo. Sábio, de cabelos brancos tecem na memória as lembranças gravadas na pele. Rugas: a mão engelhada apazigua as almas. Mas porquê o olhar vazio, como o nosso quando com nostalgia nos embriagamos? Lágrimas apenas o salgam e a tristeza da sua passagem chama-se saudade. De nós e dele: tempo ido e vida passada. E o velho relógio continua a contar, grisalho e altivo, as horas, os dias, os anos. A passar.

something






não se explica. nem tem porque se explicar. ***