quinta-feira, 10 de maio de 2018

someday I'll make it mine



I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn
Come in, she said
I'll give ya shelter from the storm

In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation and she gave me a lethal dose
I offered up my innocence I got repaid with scorn
Come in, she said
I'll give ya shelter from the storm


Isle sur la Sorgue

domingo, 15 de abril de 2018

É o mar



O homem que diz "dou" não dá, porque quem dá mesmo não diz
O homem que diz "vou" não vai, porque quando foi já não quis
O homem que diz "sou" não é, porque quem é mesmo é "não sou"
O homem que diz "tô" não tá, porque ninguém tá quando quer


Costa Amalfitana

sexta-feira, 6 de abril de 2018

Masks of twigs and clay



You're an African doctor harvesting tear ducts. You believe in god, but you get no special dispensation for this belief now. You're an old man sitting by a fire, hear the mist rolling off the sea. You're a distant memory in the mind of your creator, don't you see?


Hautpoul

quinta-feira, 22 de março de 2018

you were beaming once before


The animals, the animals
trapped, trapped, trapped 'till the cage is full
The cage is full
Stay awake in the dark, count mistakes
The light was off but now it's on
Searching the ground for a bitter song
The sun is out, the day is new
And everyone is waiting, waiting on you
And you've got time, and you've got time
Think of all the roads
Think of all their crossings
Taking steps is easy, standing still is hard

Remember all their faces, remember all their voices
Everything is different the second time around


Rio de Onor

quinta-feira, 8 de março de 2018

lembra-me um sonho lindo



Enfim duma escolha faz-se um desafio
Enfrenta-se a vida de fio a pavio
Navega-se sem mar, sem vela ou navio
Bebe-se a coragem até dum copo vazio
E vem-nos à memória uma frase batida
Hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida


De Penedono para Ranhados

quinta-feira, 15 de fevereiro de 2018

e as serras



Strange face with your eyes so pale and sincere
Underneath you know well you have nothing to fear
For the dreams that came to you when so young
Told of a life where spring is sprung

You would seem so frail in the cold of the night
When the armies of emotion go out to fight
But while the earth sinks to it’s grave
You sail to the sky on the crest of a wave

So forget this cruel world where I belong
I’ll just sit and wait and sing my song
And if one day you should see me in the crowd
Lend a hand and lift me to your place in the cloud


Tormes

sexta-feira, 2 de fevereiro de 2018

Como engana a fantasia


Partamos de flor ao peito
Que o amor é como o vento
Quem pára perde-lhe o jeito
E morre a todo o momento

Ciganos verdes ciganos
Deixai-me com esta crença
Os pecados têm vinte anos
Os remorsos têm oitenta


Viana do Castelo