(de conversas nocturnas.)

Aquarela do Brasil

Brasil, meu Brasil brasileiro
Meu mulato inzoneiro
Vou cantar-te nos meus versos
Brasil, samba que dá
Bamboleio, que faz gingar
Ô, Brasil do meu amor
Terra de Nosso Senhor

Abre a cortina do passado
Tira a mãe preta do serrado
Bota o rei congo no congado
Canta de novo, trovador
À merencória luz da lua
Toda canção do seu amor
Quero ver essa dona caminhando
Pelos salões arrastando
O seu vestido rendado

Esse coqueiro que dá côco
É onde amarro a minha rêde
Nas noites claras de luar
Ô, essas fontes murmurantes
Onde eu mato a minha sede
Onde a lua vem brincar
Ô, esse Brasil lindo e trigueiro
É o meu Brasil brasileiro
Terra de samba e pandeiro

Brasil, terra boa e gostosa
Da morena sestrosa
De olhar indiferente
Brasil, samba que dá
Para o mundo se admirar
O Brasil do meu amor
Terra de Nosso Senhor

(de Ary Barroso)

The question is: who cares?

Embalo de sons e palavras em jeito de abraço.

Para atravessar contigo o deserto do mundo
Para enfrentarmos juntos o terror da morte
Para ver a verdade para perder o medo
Ao lado dos teus passos caminhei

Por ti deixei meu reino meu segredo
Minha rápida noite meu silêncio
Minha pérola redonda e seu oriente
Meu espelho minha vida minha imagem
E abandonei os jardins do paraíso

Cá fora à luz sem véu do dia duro
Sem os espelhos vi que estava nua
E ao descampado se chamava tempo

Por isso com teus gestos me vestiste
E aprendi a viver em pleno vento

- Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen - 

* Para a C. e para a minha Pequenina. Gosto-vos.

Ordinary is no place to be.

A love story in an absolut world

There are many of us.

(de conversas homónimas.)

And I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy's and talk about the day and type your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don't listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you're sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts your arse your

and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home and sit on the steps smoking till you come home and worry when you're late and be amazed when you're early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I'm black and be sorry when I'm wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I'd known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you're angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you're gorgeous and hug you when you're anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I'm next to you and whimper when I'm not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don't and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think I'm rejecting you when I'm not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I'd ever reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you and write poems for you and wonder why you don't believe me and have a feeling so deep I can't find words for it and want to buy you a kitten I'd get jealous of because it would get more attention than me and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do and get rid of the roaches and buy you presents you don't want and take them away again and ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking because though you think I don't mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you and wander the city thinking it's empty without you and want want you want and think I'm losing myself but know I'm safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don't deserve any less and answer your questions when I'd rather not and tell you the truth when I really dont' want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it's all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am and try to get closer to you because it's a beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love I have for you.

- excerto de Crave, de Sarah Kane -

Banda sonora para panquecas.

Voar num limite improvável.

Apesar das ruínas e da morte,
Onde sempre acabou cada ilusão,
A força dos meus sonhos é tão forte,
Que de tudo renasce a exaltação
E nunca as minhas mãos ficam vazias.

- Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen, Poesia (1944) -