julho 24, 2008

Joseph Arthur - My Home Is In Your Head

You want to be free
Don't act like it's bad
I'm already dead
My home is your head

Hey You and me
Can't get what we need
Hey You and me
Can't get what we need

You're a suicide
Only out for revenge
You can't controll my mind
If I don't believe your're gonna try

Hey You and me
Can't get what we need
Hey You and me
Can't get what we need

You want to be free
Don't act like it's bad
I'm already dead
My home is your head

Hey You and me
Can't get what we need
Hey You and me
Can't get what we need

julho 09, 2008

I Will Not Be Pushed, Filed, Stamped, Numbered, Briefed, Debriefed...
My Life is My Own.

julho 08, 2008



Dá-me as tuas lágrimas,
Eu choro-as por ti.

Come like the dusk
Like a rose on the grave of love
You are my lust
Like a rose on the grave of love

I curse the day I first saw you
Like a rose that is born to bloom
Don't look at me the way you do
Like the roses, they fear the gloom

Your thorns, they kissed my blood

Your beauty heals, your beauty kills
And who would know better than I do?
Pretend you love me!

Come like the dusk
Like a rose on the grave of love
You are my lust
Like a rose on the grave of love

Indeed, reality seems far

When a rose is in love with you
Slaves of our hearts, that's what we are
We loved and died where roses grew

They watched us silently

A rose is free, a rose is wild
And who would know better than I do?
Roses are not made for love.

julho 01, 2008

a eterna insatisfação



como será que se sente uma folha, envolta em marés vivas?
Quando se habitua ao bater das ondas numa determinada direcção, surge um vento forte, uma vaga, um mudar de direcção, e tudo se transforma de novo, tudo se inverte.
como será que se sente um barco pesqueiro no mar alto do Norte?
Poderoso, imponente, toneladas de ferro, bruto e no entanto, a àgua, leve, transponível, gela-lhe o casco e levanta-o no ar como uma folha de Outono é levada por uma leve brisa.


Como me sinto eu, quando uma leve brisa dói como o rebentar das marés vivas?


Preciso de bom porto, recuperar das gélidas vagas, voltar a ter o fulgor de embarcação capaz de enfrentar as estrelas.