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quinta-feira, 7 de outubro de 2010

Ouvindo...




Não vale a pena
(J.E.P. Garfunkel)

Ficou difícil
Tudo aquilo, nada disso
Sobrou meu velho vício de sonhar
Pular de precipício em precipício
Ossos do ofício
Pagar pra ver o invisível
E depois enxergar

Que é uma pena
Mas você não vale a pena
Não vale uma fisgada dessa dor
Não cabe como rima de um poema
De tão pequeno
Mas vai e vem e envenena
E me condena ao rancor
De repente, cai o nível
E eu me sinto uma imbecil
Repetindo, repetindo, repetindo
Como num disco riscado
O velho texto batido
Dos amantes mal-amados
Dos amores mal-vividos
E o terror de ser deixada
Cutucando, relembrando, reabrindo
A mesma velha ferida
E é pra não ter recaída
Que não me deixo esquecer

Que é uma pena
Mas você não vale a pena

terça-feira, 25 de maio de 2010

Ouvindo...



You wanted a hit
(J. Murphy and A. Doyle)

You wanted a hit
But maybe we don't do hits
I try and try
It ends up feeling kind of wrong

You wanted it tough
But is it ever tough enough?
No, nothing's ever tough enough
Until we hit the road

Yeah, you wanted it lush
But honestly you must hush
No honestly you know too much
So leave us, leave us on our own

And so you wanted a hit
Well, this is how we do hits
You wanted the hit
But that's not what we do

You wanted it real
But can you tell me what's real?
There's lights and sounds and stories
Music's just a part

Yeah, you wanted the truth
And then you said you want proof
I guess you're used to liars
Saying what they want

And we won't be your babies
anymore
We won't be your babies anymore
We won't be your babies
'Til you take us home


No, we won't be your babies anymore
We won't be your babies anymore
We can't be your babies
'Til you take us home

Yeah, you wanted it smart
But honestly I'm not smart
No, honestly we're never smart
We fake it, fake it all the time

Yeah, you wanted the time
But maybe I can't do time
Oh, we both know that's an awful line
But it doesn't make it wrong

You wanted it right
No out of mind and out of sight
No dirty bus and early flight
No seven days and forty nights

Yeah, you wanted a hit
But tell me where's the point in it?
You wanted the hit
But that's not what we do

And we won't be your babies anymore
We won't be your babies anymore
We won't be your babies
'Til you take us home

No, we won't be your babies anymore
We won't be your babies anymore
We can't be your babies
'Til you take us home

And we won't be your babies anymore
We won't be your babies anymore
We won't be your babies
'Til you take us home

No, we won't be your babies anymore
We won't be your babies anymore
We can't be your babies
'Til you take us home

segunda-feira, 21 de dezembro de 2009

The Little Cat


There once was a little cat. This was a wise little cat, who had been left to fend for itself many times. Home to home, place to place, he led a transitory life, having lost his home at an early age, he longed for a place where he could feel secure but had experienced enough to know when the place he was staying was unsafe. The cat moved to a strange new part of the city - there were fast cars, loud people, and small gates around every garden. It wasn't like the places he used to live. The people here were rude, rarely stopping to pet or feed the little cat. The cat grew thin and lonely. One day, the cat saw a man who was new in town. Filled with the desperation that loneliness in an unknown place can bring, The cat ran up and grazed the back of the handsome stranger's legs. The man stopped, only intending to play with the cat for a little while but when their eyes met, something marvelous happened. The handsome stranger brought the cat home with him. He fed the little cat. They ate together, and when they were done, the man would tenderly hold the little cat close to him, as if trying to pull in the warmth from the cat's fur. The cat stayed a few days, finding solace in being held so close. Days became weeks. The small, abandoned cat felt he had finally found a home. Warmth, food, affection, a place to curl up at night. "Gatinho, I love you." The handsome stranger would say, and held the little cat through the night. Soon the stranger spent all of his free time with the little cat. The cat knew this was a busy man, with lots of important things to do, so the cat happily savored what little time the stranger would give to him. And though the little cat felt safer here than he had ever felt in his life, he still wondered if he would lose this home he had once dreamt of, this man that he loved. Time flew by, and though their life together became more routine, the cat and the handsome stranger had many wonderful times together. The stranger was from a very warm place, and had never seen snow. The first day it snowed in the city, the man ran smiling through the streets, gazing towards the sky with childlike wonder. The cat purred. "Am I your one and only?" The cat would ask the man at night. "Of course, Gatinho," the man would reply. "It's silly to even ask." "Will I be with you always?" The cat waited for an answer, but never found one that vanquished his fears. Nonetheless, the little cat was certain that this was the home he had longed for his whole life. Every so often the man grew tired of the frightened little cat's questions, and would leave the cat to sleep alone. This was very infrequent, however, and the cat was sure that everything was alright. One look in the man's eyes. Is all it took for the cat to feel at peace. And though the cat wondered at times If he could smell other cats that had seen the man, cafuné erased all these thoughts. But one day the cat was quite sure-the scent was overpowering. The man denied it up and down, saying anything and everything he could to make the cat feel better. These lies hurt the cat the most. It was so obvious what had happened. The cat looked back at the man, at the eyes that had once fixed upon his in an adoring gaze The little cat saw only eyes filled with loss and fear of loneliness; the love had gone out of them. The cat was torn between sadness and rage, and tried to eliminate any reminder of the stranger. He shook his head, yearning to rid his mind of the hopes that were dashed. But a strong mind is more often a curse than a blessing, and every happy memory was like a blade, which carved up the little cat's dream. And though the man pleaded. The little cat knew he would never feel safe. The cat left. He hoped that someday he would find a home very much like this. But he could no longer trust this stranger that he loved. And though he would miss the man terribly, the pain was too much to bear. The cat resolved to learn to feel safe on his own before. He would ever trust another man to take care of him. The cat knew he would have a safe, happy home one day, But until he finds someone to love him solely and fully, Le petit chat pleure sans cesse.

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This time you're wrong, Little Cat.
The strange man loves you more than you can imagine.

sábado, 21 de novembro de 2009

musiké

tenho pavor de festinhas
aparo as arestas da farsa
visto minha roupa nova
mas hoje não saio de casa


Angélica Freitas
(in Rilke shake, Ed. 7Letras/Cosac Naify, 2009)

quinta-feira, 22 de outubro de 2009

Ouvindo... (para os desiludidos com a espécie)


.
Human Behaviour
(Bjork)
.

If you ever get close to a human
And human behaviour
Be ready to get confused

There's definitely no logic
To human behaviour
But yet so irresistible

There is no map
To human behaviour

They're terribly moody
Then all of a sudden turn happy
But, oh, to get involved in the exchange
Of human emotions is ever so satisfying

There's no map and
A compass
Wouldn't help at all

Human behaviour

sexta-feira, 18 de setembro de 2009

Nova Canção do Exílio

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Fui no Itororó beber água mineral
Petrópolis.
Não achei.

Só tinha Perrier
e Cherry Coke Diet