Ash Wednesday

A Implosão da Mentira ou o Episódio do Riocentro

Mentiram-me. Mentiram-me ontem

e hoje mentem novamente. Mentem

de corpo e alma, completamente.

E mentem de maneira tão pungente

que acho que mentem sinceramente.

Mentem, sobretudo, impune/mente.

Não mentem tristes. Alegremente

mentem. Mentem tão nacional/mente

que acham que mentindo história afora

vão enganar a morte eterna/mente.

Mentem. Mentem e calam. Mas suas frases

falam. E desfilam de tal modo nuas

que mesmo um cego pode ver

a verdade em trapos pelas ruas.

Sei que a verdade é difícil

e para alguns é cara e escura.

Mas não se chega à verdade

pela mentira, nem à democracia

pela ditadura.

                                                                                                                  Affonso Romano de Sant'Anna

  

  

She Rains

 

JERUSALÉM - Ignorando a resolução do Conselho de Segurança da ONU determinando uma trégua imediata da ofensiva militar na Faixa de Gaza, Israel realizou 40 ataques aéreos na madrugada deste sábado contra a Faixa de Gaza, região que vive três semanas seguidas de grande violência. As tropas de infantaria também teriam avançado e trocado tiros com palestinos nas proximidades da Cidade de Gaza, embora aparentemente ainda não tenham entrado nas áreas de maior população.

 

Não houve relatos de lançamento de foguetes palestinos contra Israel durante a madrugada, mas na manhã deste sábado, vários teriam sido lançados e atingido áreas desabitadas (vídeo dos treinamentos do Hamas) .Segundo o Ministério Palestino de Saúde, mais de 800 pessoas foram mortas desde o início da ofensiva em Gaza, mais de 40% deles mulheres e crianças. O governo de Israel diz que 13 cidadãos morreram.

 

 

  

Shadow Magnet

A minha cabeça dispara.

Vontades.

Tenho que refrear. Refrear sempre.

Não sentir.

Bem-me-quer-Mal-me-quer

A luta sublime – touché direito ao coração, direito ao pé esquerdo.

                                                                                           O.R.

apetece-me

PALAVRÃO.

APATIAS

submergem- me.

VONTADES

demasiadas.

REALIDADE

não gosto.

PALAVRÕES

sei-os todos.

Joseph

They want to see me cry
I would rather fly
I'm swimming in my grease
Angel, touch my face

She leads me by my hand
To castles in the sand
Suffocating from concrete
She I like to meet

I have to leave to look
I had to take a took (?)
I have to feel alone
I have to change my tone

I begin to wash my sins
I'm tryin' (?), my life begins

I sit up, I stand down
I sit up, I spin around

Below It

eu?

eu não tenho rios a crescerem-me nos braços.

não tenho açucenas nos dedos.

eu?

tenho um vento a calar-me.

na garganta.

Hand On Your Heart

Well it's one thing to fall in love
But another to make it last
I thought that we were just beginning
And now you say we're in the past
Look me in the eye
and tell me we are really through

You know it's one thing to say you love me
but another to mean it from the heart
And if you don't intend to see it through
why did we ever start?
I wanna hear you tell me
you don't want my love

Put your hand on your heart and tell me
it's all over
I won't believe it till you
put your hand on your heart and tell me
that we're through
Put your hand on your heart

They like to talk about for ever
Most people never get the chance
Do you wanna lose our love together
Do you find a new romance
I wanna hear you tell me
you don't want my love

Put your hand on your heart and tell me
it's all over
I won't believe it till you
put your hand on your heart and tell me
that we're through
Put your hand on your heart
hand on your heart

Look me in the eye
and tell me we are really through

Iguazu - Gustavo Santaolalla

(...)
.....um dia pressenti a música estelar das pedras
abandonei-me ao silencio.....
é lentíssimo este amor progredindo com o bater do coração
não, não preciso mais de mim
possuo a doença dos espaços incomensuráveis
e os secretos poços dos nómadas
(...)

Al Berto

Blindsided - Bon Iver

Bike down... down to the downtown
Down to the lockdown... boards, nails lye around

I crouch like a crow
Contrasting the snow
For the agony, I'd rather know
'Cause blinded I am blindsided

Peek in... into the peer in
I'm not really like this... I'm probably plightless

I cup the window
I'm crippled and slow
For the agony
I'd rather know
'Cause blinded I am blindsided

Would you really rush out for me now?

Taught line... down to the shoreline
The end of a blood line... the moon is a cold light

There's a pull to the flow
My feet melt the snow
For the irony, i'd rather know
'Cause blinded I was blindsided

justin vernon

Transmission - Joy Division

Well I could call out when the going gets tough.
The things that weve learnt are no longer enough.
No language, just sound, thats all we need know, to synchronise
Love to the beat of the show.

And we could dance.

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.



Control

Ne me quitte pas

(...)

Take Courage

Take the rings off your fingers
as if they were tears
and find a new kind of beauty
to put a silver lining on your golden years
All your clever talk and your glamour
bright lies you don't hear anymore
You've gone so far out
all you want is the tide to take you back to the shore

Take courage
Take courage said the sign
You used to wait for it every morning
Now you are looking so dumb
and they don't see you standing there
Trying to figure out why all your promises
left you hanging in mid-air
And you lost your war of words,
but your heart was strong.
You said, "the dirt can have my pretty things,
but to the earth my heart does not belong.

Leaving For Paris No. 2

I'm leaving for Paris, no I don't think that I'll see you
I'm leaving for Paris, no I don't think that I need to
So I'm leaving for Paris, won't you try to take care of yourself?
Just you try to take care of yourself, 'cause I'm leaving
Yes, I'm leaving for Paris

I pray you won't follow through the crooked streets behind me
I pray you won't follow, like so many who I've roamed there
So I'm leaving for Paris, don't you try to find out where I am
Just you try to take care of yourself
'Cause I'm leaving, yes I'm leaving
'Cause I'm leaving, yes I'm leaving for Paris
Goodbye

O Ciúme

Dorme o sol à flor do Chico, meio-dia
Tudo esbarra embriagado de seu lume
Dorme ponte, Pernambuco, Rio, Bahia
Só vigia um ponto negro: o meu ciúme

O ciúme lançou sua flecha preta e se viu ferido justo na garganta
Quem nem alegre, nem triste, nem poeta
Entre Petrolina e Juazeiro canta

Velho Chico, vens de Minas
De onde o oculto do mistério se escondeu
Sei que o levas todo em ti
Não me ensinas
E eu sou só eu só eu só eu

Juazeiro, nem te lembras dessa tarde
Petrolina, nem chegaste a perceber
Mas na voz que canta tudo ainda arde
Tudo é perda, tudo quer buscar, cadê?

Tanta gente canta
Tanta gente cala
Tantas almas esticadas no curtume
Sobre toda estrada, sobre toda sala
Paira monstruosa
A sombra do ciúme

Diamanda Galas - Gloomy Sunday

Sadly one Sunday, I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms, for the grief I'd created
I waited 'til dreams like my heart were all broken
The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken
The grief that I knew was beyond all consoling
The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling
Saddest of Sundays

Then came the Sunday when you came to find me
They brought me to church and I left you behind me
My eyes would not see what I wanted to love me
The earth and the flowers of the lover above me*
The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered 'never'
But you I have loved and I bless you forever
Last of all Sundays



Diamanda Galas