Isto agora demora...

Agora é diferente
Tenho o teu nome o teu cheiro
A minha roupa de repente
ficou com o teu cheiro

Agora estamos misturados
No meio de nós já não cabe o amor
Já não arranjamos
lugar para o amor...

Já não arranjamos vagar
para o amor agora
isto vai devagar
isto agora demora.

Manuel António Pina

Toranja - Quebramos Os Dois

Toranja - Quebramos Os Dois
Era eu a convencer-te que gostas de mim
E tu a convenceres-te que não é bem assim...
Era eu a mostrar-te o meu lado mais puro
E tu a argumentares os teus inevitáveis

Eras tu a dançares em pleno dia
E eu encostado como quem não vê
Eras tu a falar para esconder a saudade
E eu a esconder-me do que não se dizia

Afinal quebramos os dois...

Desviando os olhos por sentir a verdade
Juravas a certeza da mentira
Mas sem queimar demais
Sem querer extinguir o que já se sabia

Eu fugia do toque como do cheiro
Por saber que era o fim da roupa vestida
Que inventara no meio do escuro onde estava
Por ver o desespero na cor que trazias...

Afinal quebramos os dois...

Eras eu a despir-te do era pequeno
E tu a puxares-me para um lado mais perto
Onde se contam historias que nos atam
Ao silencio dos lábios que nos mata...!

Eras tu a ficar por não saberes partir...
E eu a rezar para que desaparecesses...
Era eu a rezar para que ficasses...
E tu a ficares enquanto saías
...Não nos tocamos enquanto saías
Não nos tocamos enquanto saímos
Não nos tocamos e vamos fugindo
Porque quebramos como crianças

Afinal quebramos os dois...

...É quase pecado o que se deixa...
...Quase pecado o que se ignora...

Afinal o Estádio quase que vinha abaixo...

...com a estrondosa vitória do Sport Lisboa e Benfica sobre o Sporting. Normal, diga-se em abono da verdade, mas pensei que dessem mais luta para ser sincero. Boa exibição, com toques de "nota artística" e continuamos na frente do campeonato. 2-0 com muita tranquilidade e o resultado só pecou por escasso. 

Se não é o Benfica a dar-me alegrias nos últimos tempos... pouco mais há de realce...

Damien Rice - Rootless Tree (Live from Abbey Road)

Damien Rice - Rootless Tree (Live)

What I want from you is empty your head

But they say be true, don't stay in your bed

We do what we need to be free

And it leans on me like a rootless tree

What I want from us is learn to let go

But we fade the forests, fracture the tide

We go blind when we needed to see

And it leans on me, like a rootless...

So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you

And all you didn't do

I said bleed it, bleed it, bleed it

There's nothing in you

And did you hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me so much

That you can't let me out, let me out, let me out

Of this hell when you're around

Let me out, let me out, let me out

Hell when you're around

Let me out, let me out, let me out

What I want from this

Is to learn to let go

No not of you

Of all that is old

Killers re-invent and believe

And it leans on me, like a rootless...

So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you

And all you didn't do

I said leave it, leave it, leave it

There's nothing in you

And did you hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me so much

That you can't let me out, let me out, let me out

It's hell when you're around

Let me out, let me out, let me out

Hell when you're around

Let me out, let me out, let me out

Hell when you're around

Let me out, let me out, let me out

Hell when you're around

Let me out, let me out, let me out

Hell when you're around

Let me out, let me out, let me out

Hell when you're around

Let me out, let me out, let me out

So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you

And all we've been through

I said leave it, leave it, leave it

It's nothing in you

And do you hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me so much

That you can't let me out, let me out, let me out

Hell when you're around

Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out…

Quase

Um pouco mais de sol — eu era brasa. Um pouco mais de azul — eu era além. Para atingir, faltou-me um golpe de asa... Se ao menos eu permanecesse aquém... Assombro ou paz? Em vão... Tudo esvaído Num baixo mar enganador d'espuma; E o grande sonho despertado em bruma, O grande sonho — ó dor! — quase vivido... Quase o amor, quase o triunfo e a chama, Quase o princípio e o fim — quase a expansão... Mas na minh'alma tudo se derrama... Entanto nada foi só ilusão! De tudo houve um começo... e tudo errou... — Ai a dor de ser-quase, dor sem fim... — Eu falhei-me entre os mais, falhei em mim, Asa que se elançou mas não voou... Momentos de alma que desbaratei... Templos aonde nunca pus um altar... Rios que perdi sem os levar ao mar... Ânsias que foram mas que não fixei... Se me vagueio, encontro só indícios... Ogivas para o sol — vejo-as cerradas; E mãos de herói, sem fé, acobardadas, Puseram grades sobre os precipícios... Num ímpeto difuso de quebranto, Tudo encetei e nada possuí... Hoje, de mim, só resta o desencanto Das coisas que beijei mas não vivi... Um pouco mais de sol — e fora brasa, Um pouco mais de azul — e fora além. Para atingir, faltou-me um golpe de asa... Se ao menos eu permanecesse aquém...                 Mário de Sá-Carneiro (Paris, 13 de maio de 1913)

U2 - Invisible

Já se sente o novo álbum... e que falta faz!

U2 - Invisible
It's like the room just cleared of smoke
I didn't even want the heart you broke
It's yours to keep
You just might need one

I finally found my real name
I won't be me when you see me again
Though I won't be my father's son

I'm more than you know
I'm more than you see here
More than you let me be
I'm more than you know
A body and a soul
You don't see me but you will
I am not invisible

I don't dream, not as such
I don't even think about you that much
Unless I start to think at all

All those frozen days
And your frozen ways
They melt away
Your face like snow

I'm more than you know
I'm more than you see here
I'm more than you let me be
I'm more than you know
A body and a soul
You don't see me but you will
I am not invisible
I am here

There is no them
There is no them
There's only us
There's only us

There is no them
There is no them
There's only us
There's only us

There is no them
There is no them
There's only you
There's only me

There is no them

Pensamento do Dia...

"A memória é a consciência da alma" 

Aristóteles

Depeche Mode - Precious (Live in Barcelona)

Depeche Mode - Precious
Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God, what have we done to you?

We always tried to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put you through

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you

If God has a masterplan
That only he understands
I hope it's your eyes he's seeing through.

Things get damaged,
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

I pray you learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your heart for two

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

Conspirar contra o universo...

Se há alturas na vida em que o universo parece conspirar contra nós, outras há, em que como por magia, há quem mexa os cordelinhos a nosso favor, fazendo com que essa conspiração possa ser contrariada... Afinal, ainda há quem goste de contrariar o universo...
Ao som de... 

Lana Del Rey - Ride (Live)

Lana Del Rey - Ride

I’ve been out on that open road

You can be my full time, daddy

White and gold

Singing blues has been getting old

You can be my full time, baby

Hot or cold

Don’t break me down

I’ve been travelin’ too long

I’ve been trying too hard

With one pretty song

I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast

I am alone in midnight

Been trying hard not to get into trouble, but I

I’ve got a war in my mind

So, I just ride

Just ride

I just ride

Just ride

Dying young, and I’m playing hard

That’s the way my father made his life an art

Drink all day, and we talk ‘till dark

That’s the way the Road Dogs do it, light ‘till dark

Don’t leave me now

Don’t say goodbye

Don’t turn around

Leave me high and dry

I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast

I am alone in midnight

Been trying hard not to get in trouble, but I

I’ve got a war in my mind

I just ride

Just ride

I just ride

Just ride

I’m tired of feeling like I’m fucking crazy

I’m tired of driving ‘till I see stars in my eyes

It's all I've got to keep myself sane, baby

So I just ride

I just ride

I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast

I am alone in midnight

Been trying hard not to get in trouble, but I

I’ve got a war in my mind

I just ride

Just ride

I just ride

I just ride

"Estou a fazer-te luto..."

"as pessoas morrem nunca partem de nós, eu separei-te de mim, cortei-te-me. em cinemas imaginários filmados por mãos iluminadas usei teu corpo. coloquei o deserto do teu coração rente à minha boca. lavaram-me o desespero as lágrimas que choravas no escuro. parti-te. estou a fazer-te luto. desejei-te tanto. discuti-te tanto contigo. agora percebo que te atirei demais contra tantos poemas. agora encontramo-nos. eu tenho de colar-te os restos para conseguir ver-te para além do que trago molhado nos olhos, acabou o passeio no meu jardim interior, pleno de estátuas quebradas, as noites acabo sempre assim, abraçado ao rosto restos da pedra, agradecendo-lhe as imagens."

Pedro Sena-Lino

Placebo - Loud Like Love (Acoustic)

Placebo - Loud Like LoveLove on an atom
Love on a cloud
To see the birth of all that isn't now
Can you imagine a love that is so proud?
It never has to question why or how
So I'd abandon the love in my dreams
When I wake up I'm soaking in my sheets

Breathe
Breathe
Believe
Believe
Believe
Believe

For all of our youth
We have craved them
Their beauty and their truth

Breathe
Believe
Breathe
Believe
Believe

That we are loud like

Love on an atom
Love on a cloud
To see the birth of all that isn't now
Can you imagine a love that is so proud?
It never has to question why or how

For all of our youth
We have craved them
Their beauty and their truth
So we name them
And somehow they pull us through
We have craved them
For all of our youth

Breathe
Believe

We are loud like love
We are loud like love
We are loud like love

Se ao menos essa dor sangrasse...

Se ao menos esta dor servisse
se ela batesse nas paredes
abrisse portas
falasse
se ela cantasse e despenteasse os cabelos
se ao menos esta dor visse
se ela saltasse fora da garganta
como um grito
caísse da janela fizesse barulho...
morresse
se a dor fosse um pedaço de pão duro
que a gente pudesse engolir com força
depois cuspir saliva fora
sujar a saliva fora
sujar a rua os carros o espaço o outro
esse outro escuro que passa indiferente
e que não sofre e tem o direito de não sofrer
se a dor fosse só a carne do dedo
que se esfrega na parede de pedra
para doer visível
doer penalizante
doer com lágrimas
se ao menos essa dor sangrasse...

Renata Pallottini
 

The National - Pink Rabbits (Live on KCRW)

The National - Pink Rabbits
I couldn't find quiet
I went out in the rain
I was just soakin' my head to unrattle my brain
Somebody said you disappeared in a crowd
I didn't understand then
I don't understand now
 
Am I the one you think about
When you're sitting in your faintin' chair drinking pink rabbits?
Am I the one you think about
When you're sitting in your faintin' chair drinking pink rabbits?
And everybody was gone
You were staring down the street 'cause you were tryin' not to crack up

It wasn't like a rain, it was more like a sea
I didn't ask for this pain, it just came over me
I love a storm, but I don't love lightning
All the waters coming up so fast, it's frightening
Am I the one you think about
When you're sitting in your faintin' chair drinking pink rabbits?

Am I the one you think about
When you're sitting in your faintin' chair drinking pink rabbits?
And everybody was gone

I was staring down the street 'cause I was trying not to crack
I was solid gold
I was in the fight
I was coming back
From what seemed like a ruin
I couldn't see you coming so far
I just turn around and there you are
 
I'm so surprised you want to dance with me now
I was just getting used to living life without you around
I'm so surprised you want to dance with me now
You always said I held you way too high off the ground
 
You didn't see me I was falling apart
I was a white girl in a crowd of white girls in the park
You didn't see me I was falling apart
I was a television version of a person with a broken heart
You didn't see me I was falling apart
I was a white girl in a crowd of white girls in a park
You didn't see me I was falling apart
I was a television version of a person with a broken heart
 
And everybody was gone
You were staring down the street cause you were trying not to crack up
Bona drag was still on
Now I only think about los angeles when the sound kicks out
Now I only think about los angeles when the sound kicks out
 
You said it would be painless
A needle in the dark
You said it would be painless
It wasn't that at all
You said it would be painless
A needle in the dark
You said it would be painless
It wasn't that at all (when the sound kicks out)
 
You said it would be painless
The needle in the dark (when the sound kicks out)
You said it would be painless
It wasn't that at all

Pensamento do Dia

"A vida é feita de escolhas. Quando dás um passo em frente, inevitavelmente alguma coisa fica para trás."

Autor Anónimo