Category: recortes

como um lago o poema
não repete reflecte

~gastão cruz

a metaphor is a glorious thing
a diamond ring, the first day of summer
a metaphor is a breath of fresh air
a turn on, an aphrodisiac
chicks dig dig d-i-g dig dig metaphors
chicks dig dig d-i-g dig dig metaphors
use them wisely, use them well
and you’ll never know the hell of loneliness

são eles que dizem.

Devias estar aqui rente aos meus lábios (…)

eugénio de andrade, descaradamente roubado aqui

‘show me show me show me how you do that trick
the one that makes me scream’, she said
‘the one that makes me laugh’, she said
and threw her arms around my neck
‘show me how you do it and I promise you
I promise that I’ll run away with you
I’ll run away with you’

spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed her face and kissed her head
and dreamed of all the different ways I had
to make her glow
‘why are you so far away?’ she said
‘why won’t you ever know that I’m in love with you?
that I’m in love with you?’

you
soft and only
you
lost and lonely
you
strange as angels
dancing in the deepest oceans
twisting in the water
you’re just like a dream

~the cure

Even in the summer, even in the spring
You’ll never get too much of a wonderful thing

~pj harvey

Quem teve a ideia de cortar o tempo em fatias,
a que se deu o nome de ano, foi um indivíduo genial.
Industrializou a esperança, fazendo-a funcionar no limite da exaustão.

{ Carlos Drummond de Andrade ~ excerto de ‘Tempo’}

Vem da canção de Verlaine
a chuva
e ninguém
nem mesmo o sol,
tem pés tão formosos.
Na boca
o verão, na colina
o navio.
O ar,
em cada rua o ar,
dança comigo.

~ Eugénio de Andrade

Os meus assuntos pessoais aborrecem-me mortalmente. Prefiro sempre os dos outros.

{ oscar wilde }

It’s ok to grow up – just as long as you don’t grow old.
Face it… you are young.

Na solidão tudo é permitido.

~ Robert Musil [roubado aqui ao lado]