Pina Bausch

Assim devera eu ser
e não esta cigarra
que se põe a cantar
e me deita a perder.

Billie Holiday

O olhar é um pensamento.
Tudo assalta tudo, e eu sou a imagem de tudo.
O dia roda o dorso e mostra as queimaduras,
a luz cambaleia,
a beleza é ameaçadora
-não posso escrever mais alto
transmitem-se, interiores, as formas.

Herberto Helder

Splendour in the Grass

What though the radiance
which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind

Love Came Here

There is no end to this story
No final tragedy or glory
Love came here and never left

Now that my heart is open
It can't be closed or broken
Love came here and never left

Out Of Time

Where's the love song
To set us free?
Too many people down
Everything turning the wrong way around
And I don't know what love will be
But if we start dreaming now
Lord knows we'll never leave the clouds

And you've been so busy lately
that you haven't found the time
To open up your mind
And watch the world spinning gently out of time

Feel the sunshine on your face
It's in a computer now
Gone are the future, way out in space

Tell me I'm not dreaming but are we out of time?
(We're) out of time.