Mãos

Mãos

Côncavas de ter
Longas de desejo
Frescas de abandono
Consumidas de espanto
Inquietas de tocar e não prender.

Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen

Nick Cave - Into My Arms (Live)

Nick Cave - Into My Arms
I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms

And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk,like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms

But I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candles burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms

Constatação de Domingo...

No vazio deixado, de que nos serve o amor se não conseguimos fazer uso dele...

Morrissey - Everyday Is Like Sunday

Morrissey - Everyday Is Like Sunday

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench
Where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon - come Armageddon!
Come Armageddon! Come!
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard:
"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"
In this seaside town
That they forgot to bomb
Come, come, come Nuclear Bomb!
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
And on your face
On your face..

Everyday is like Sunday
"Win Yourself A Cheap Tray"
Share some grease-tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey

Lida de casa...

It´s a dirty job, but someone´s got do it right?!

Às vezes dá-me para isto...

Passar o dia inteiro com uma dor de cabeça e só às 21.30h decidir tomar qualquer coisa para aliviar...
Não há maneira melhor de passar um Domingo de sol! Ai Algures Algures, às vezes és mesmo casmurro e se fosse só quanto a isto, mas não...

Filme de Domingo à tarde...

Há uma semana atrás, referi que seria bom que a minha vida fosse como um filme de Sábado à tarde, ou seja, simples e feliz. Pois bem, também pode ser como um filme de Domingo à tarde...
PS: Nota-se muito que estou sem imaginação e sem muitas outras coisas não é?!