sentire

Nós.

De olhos postos no silêncio dos nossos gestos. Dos sorrisos que escapam e sorriem baixinho. Do toque fugidio da tua mão na minha. Da voz que aparece lentamente no meu ouvido e desaparece subtilmente.
Sinto.

A minha mão definida na tua. A cor verde dos meus olhos no tom castanho do teu olhar. O verde que abraça o castanho e deixa-se estar, assim, por estar.

Sinto-nos vivos todos os dias.

Há coisas irritantes...

agora, com a garagem em obras arranjar um lugar na minha rua dá cabo da paciência a um santo. Mas, mais ainda quando, após voltas e mais voltas, encontras um carro a sair, dás o devido espaço e esperas ansiosamente para enfim estacionares...mas não, ne pas de lugar. Um Sr. Cromo vindo do nada, feito espertalhão, PIMBA, mete o carro sem dó nem piedade. PFUUUU, lá tive eu que abandonar o jipinho e me dirigir ao Sr. Cromo...pior ainda a resposta: " Como é que a senhora viu que o carro ia sair?" PFUUUU, com os olhos Sr. Cromo...há coisas mesmo irritantes.

Lilac Wine - Jeff Buckley

Lilac Wine

I lost myself on a cool damp night
I gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotized by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree

I made wine from the lilac tree
Put my heart in its recipe
It makes me see what I want to see
And be what I want to be

When I think more than I want to think
Do things I never should do
I drink much more than I ought to drink
Because it brings me back you

Lilac wine is sweet and heady,
Like my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady,
Like my love

Listen to me, I cannot see clearly
Isn't that she, coming to me
Nearly here

Lilac wine is sweet and heady,
Where's my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady,
Where's my love

Listen to me, why is everything so hazy
Isn't that she, or am I just going crazy, dear

Lilac wine, I feel unready for my love
Feel unready, for my love.

Outros provérbios

Inventam cada uma...

"Cão que ladra não morde."

Agora experimentem colocar no meio do provérbio, debaixo dos lençóis, e no fim, no meio das pernas.

Neste caso ficaria:

"Cão que ladra debaixo dos lençóis, não morde no meio das pernas."

Outros exemplos:

"O barato sai caro."

"O barato debaixo dos lençóis, sai caro no meio das pernas."

"Olhos que não vêem, coração que não sente."

"Olhos que não vêem debaixo dos lençóis, coração que não sente no meio das pernas."

Agora vejam como resulta com todos. Experimentem. Fico à espera dos vossos.

O Diácono Remédios que não saiba disto senão...

Damien Rice - O novo álbum: 9

Finalmente o novo álbum de Damien Rice.


9 Crimes

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
It's the wrong time
For somebody new
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse

Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If u don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
With you?

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be cheating on you
It's the wrong time
She's pulling me through
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse

Is that alright?
I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you dont shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?

Is that alright?
I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
If I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?

Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?

No...

10 de Novembro - Antony and The Johnsons

Nunca vi nada tão bonito na minha vida. Senti-me em paz.

Nunca vi nada assim.

Contigo foi perfeito.

Antony and The Johnsons - Teatro Circo de Braga

Nós e Antony.
Que bom vai ser vê-lo contigo a meu lado.
Poder abraçar-me a ti, encostar a minha cabeça no teu ombro e deixar-me estar.
Deixarmo-nos estar ao som de Antony and The Johnsons.


The Lake

In youth's spring, it was my lot
To haunt of the wide earth a spot
To which I could not love the less
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound
And the tall trees that towered around

But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot as upon all
And the wind would pass me by
In its stilly melody

My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake
My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake

Yet that terror was not fright
But a tremulous delight
And a feeling undefined
Springing from a darkened mind
Death was in that poisoned wave
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his dark imagining
Whose wildering though could even make
An Eden of that dim lake

But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot as upon all
And the wind would pass me by
In its stilly melody

My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake
My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake

Springing from a darkened mind
So lovely was the loneliness
In youth's spring, it was my lot
In its stilly melody
An Eden of that dim lake
An Eden of that dim lake
Lone, lone, lonely...

Da ilusão

"Porque a tua mulher às vezes cheira mal e a tua colega do trabalho cheira sempre bem. Porque a tua mulher cheira a leite em pó do bebé, a cocó do bebé, a vomitado do bebé, a detergente, a refogado, a pó do espanador, a lixívia, a suor de aspirar a sala toda, e a tua colega cheira sempre bem. Porque chegas a casa e arrasta-se já de roupão, uma pinça a segurar-lhe o cabelo no cocuruto, chinelos, umas olheiras eternas fundas, enquanto mexe em tachos, tira a roupa da máquina, aquece a papa, junta-lhe bolacha e banana, vira o bife na frigideira e uma fumarada na cozinha. E a tua colega pinta os lábios de vermelho-vivo (...) sorri-te com malícia quando dizes piadas picantes (...) cruza as pernas, convida-te para um café, aprova as tuas decisões. Cheira bem, pinta os lábios."

Mulher em Branco, Rodrigo Guedes de Carvalho