tipo naperon...

they feed us entertainment...

os depeche mode no rose bowl, pasadena, estão no mesmo plano de sivert høyem, na acrópole, atenas.

isto para mim, que sou do campo and a romantic fool...

ritorneró in ginocchio da te...

sabe a gelo e invernia
sabe ao pino do verão
sabe a sabor de outro dia
sabe a sabor de ainda não
sabe a noite sabe a sombra
sabe a profundidade
sabe a focinho a tromba
sabe a animalidade
saber de saborear
sabedoria trabalho
sabe a pernas pró ar
sabe a gota de orvalho
sabe a excitação
sabe a nova saciedade
sabe a circulação
sabe a vida a cidade
sabe a frutos do mar
sabe a dunas a areia
sabe a água a marulhar
sabe a força a maré-cheia
sabe a lençol e a fronha
sabe bem sabe depressa
sabe a medo e a vergonha
sabe a mentira a promessa
saber de saborear
samaritana oração
sabe a novo retomar
sabe a renovação.

que bem se está no campo...

nas desiguais sombras

(no chão e na memória)

há rir e amar, há vir e ficar.

as intermitências da sorte

cristalizam o horizonte e a cidade,

tonalizam, vivificam,

a doçura, a intensidade.

um pico, uma montanha no mar,

assinala, como um farol,

a nudez natural do mundo

a quem vê sentindo, 

a quem sente vendo, 

a quem vive.

it´s all in the twist!!! / i was just reminded

i remember you well in s. paulo hotel
you were talking not brave but so sweet
giving me head on the unmade bed
while the real life waits in the street
those were the reasons
and though it wasn't new york
we were running not for money but for flesh
and that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left
ah but you got away, didn't you babe?
you just turned your back on the crowd
you got away, i swear i heard you say:
i need you, i don't need you
i need you, i don't need you
and all of that jiving around
i remember you well in s. paulo hotel
you were famous, your breast was a legend
you told me again you preferred younger men
but for me you would make an exception
and clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of duty
you fixed yourself, you said, "well never mind,
we are dirty but we have the music"
and you got away, didn't you babe?
you just turned your back on the crowd
you got away, i swear i heard you say:
i need you, i don't need you
i need you, i don't need you
and all of that jiving around
i don't mean to suggest that i loved you the best
i can't keep track of each fallen robin
i remember you well in s. paulo hotel
that's all, i don't even think of you that often

nem sempre foi assim mas é pena...

- (agora tenho uma pergunta na cabeça)...
- sim, já. (era essa a pergunta?)
- tu és tão tão cool...