Nelo e Idália - sobre Manoel de Oliveira
6 de abril de 2007
Não fui eu que disse...mas poderia muito bem ter sido! (7)
Photos: Kirsten Kiser
Frank O. Gehry & Associates
Experience Music Project
Seattle, Washington
" Um livro verdadeiramente bom deve ser lido na
juventude, novamente na maturidade e uma vez mais
durante a velhice, tal como um belo edifício deve ser visto
à luz do amanhecer, ao meio-dia e ao luar. "
- Robertson Davies -
Brasil (7)
" Se te pareço ausente, não creias:
Hora a hora a minha dor agarra-se a teus braços,
Hora a hora o meu desjo revolve os teus escombros,
E escorrem dos meus olhos mais promessas.
Não acredites nesse breve sono;
Não dês valor maior ao meu silêncio,
e se leres recados numa folha branca,
Não creias também: é preciso encostar
Teus lábios nos meus lábios para ouvir.
Não acredites se pensas que te falo:
Palavras
São o meu jeito mais secreto de calar. "
- Lya Luft -
Hora a hora a minha dor agarra-se a teus braços,
Hora a hora o meu desjo revolve os teus escombros,
E escorrem dos meus olhos mais promessas.
Não acredites nesse breve sono;
Não dês valor maior ao meu silêncio,
e se leres recados numa folha branca,
Não creias também: é preciso encostar
Teus lábios nos meus lábios para ouvir.
Não acredites se pensas que te falo:
Palavras
São o meu jeito mais secreto de calar. "
- Lya Luft -
Poesia Andante
Logo Metro do Porto
Depois de uma série de notícias deprimentes, desde a polémica em torno da licenciatura do nosso Primeiro-Ministro, até ao número de mortes nas estradas portuguesas já registadas em mais uma Operação Páscoa, passando pelos efeitos das alterações climáticas, mais uma vez confirmados, desta feita pelo Painel Intergovernamental para as Alterações Climáticas (IPCC, sigla em inglês), eis que me deparei com uma boa notícia de uma iniciativa ainda melhor.
Apetece-me, pois, deixar aqui um apelo e uma sugestão a todos os responsáveis pela gestão das impressas de transportes públicos do nosso país: porque não implementarem iniciativas do género nos metros, comboios e autocarros que diariamente circulam por esse Portugal fora?! Tenho a certeza que viajar ouvindo alguém dizer um poema, escutando um violino tocado ao vivo ou, simplesmente, ter à disposição pequenos livros de bolso nas carruagens do metro ou do comboio, seria uma bela forma de contribuir para uma melhoria da "saúde cultural" de todos nós.
Pode ser que um dia destes encontre alguém a tocar guitarra na linha em direção ao Estádio do Dragão e poemas impressos nos ANDANTE que cada utilizador do metro e dos autocarros da STCP manuseiam diariamente.
Mas é claro que por enquanto sou só eu a sonhar... E, além disso, tenho a certeza que a ideia não agradaria a muita gente! Enfim, talvez um dia...
5 de abril de 2007
In one single moment your whole life can turn 'round
I stand there for a minute starin’ straight into the ground
Lookin’ to the left slightly, then lookin’ back down
World feels like it’s caved in – proper sorry frown
Please let me show you where we could only just be, for us
I can change and I can grow or we could adjust
The wicked thing about us is we always have trust
We can even have an open relationship, if you must
I look at her she stares almost straight back at me
But her eyes glaze over like she’s lookin’ straight through me
Then her eyes must have closed for what seems an eternity
When they open up she’s lookin’ down at her feet
Dry your eyes mate
I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There’s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you’ve got to walk away now
It’s over
So then I move my hand up from down by my side
It's shakin’, my life is crashin’ before my eyes
Turn the palm of my hand up to face the skies
Touch the bottom of her chin and let out a sigh
‘Cause I can’t imagine my life without you and me
There’s things I can’t imagine doin’, things I can’t imagine seein’
It weren't supposed to be easy, surely
Please, please, I beg you please
She brings her hands up towards where my hands rested
She wraps her fingers round mine with the softness she’s blessed with
She peels away my fingers, looks at me and then gestures
By pushin’ my hand away to my chest, from hers
Dry your eyes mate
I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There’s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you’ve got to walk away now
It’s over
And I’m just standin’ there, I can’t say a word
‘Cause everythin’s just gone I’ve got nothin’
Absolutely nothin’
Tryin’ to pull her close out of bare desperation
Put my arms around her tryin’ to change what she’s sayin’
Pull my head level with hers so she might engage in
Look into her eyes to make her listen again
I’m not gonna fuckin’, just fuckin’ leave it all now
‘Cause you said it'd be forever and that was your vow
And you’re gonna let our things simply crash and fall down
You’re well out of order now, this is well out of town
She pulls away, my arms are tightly clamped round her waist
Gently pushes me back and she looks at me straight
Turns around so she’s now got her back to my face
Takes one step forward, looks back, and then walks away
Dry your eyes mate
I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There’s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you’ve got to walk away now
It’s over
I know in the past I’ve found it hard to say
Tellin’ you things, but not tellin’ straight
But the more I pull on your hand and say
The more you pull away
Dry your eyes mate
I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There’s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you’ve got to walk away now
I stand there for a minute starin’ straight into the ground
Lookin’ to the left slightly, then lookin’ back down
World feels like it’s caved in – proper sorry frown
Please let me show you where we could only just be, for us
I can change and I can grow or we could adjust
The wicked thing about us is we always have trust
We can even have an open relationship, if you must
I look at her she stares almost straight back at me
But her eyes glaze over like she’s lookin’ straight through me
Then her eyes must have closed for what seems an eternity
When they open up she’s lookin’ down at her feet
Dry your eyes mate
I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There’s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you’ve got to walk away now
It’s over
So then I move my hand up from down by my side
It's shakin’, my life is crashin’ before my eyes
Turn the palm of my hand up to face the skies
Touch the bottom of her chin and let out a sigh
‘Cause I can’t imagine my life without you and me
There’s things I can’t imagine doin’, things I can’t imagine seein’
It weren't supposed to be easy, surely
Please, please, I beg you please
She brings her hands up towards where my hands rested
She wraps her fingers round mine with the softness she’s blessed with
She peels away my fingers, looks at me and then gestures
By pushin’ my hand away to my chest, from hers
Dry your eyes mate
I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There’s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you’ve got to walk away now
It’s over
And I’m just standin’ there, I can’t say a word
‘Cause everythin’s just gone I’ve got nothin’
Absolutely nothin’
Tryin’ to pull her close out of bare desperation
Put my arms around her tryin’ to change what she’s sayin’
Pull my head level with hers so she might engage in
Look into her eyes to make her listen again
I’m not gonna fuckin’, just fuckin’ leave it all now
‘Cause you said it'd be forever and that was your vow
And you’re gonna let our things simply crash and fall down
You’re well out of order now, this is well out of town
She pulls away, my arms are tightly clamped round her waist
Gently pushes me back and she looks at me straight
Turns around so she’s now got her back to my face
Takes one step forward, looks back, and then walks away
Dry your eyes mate
I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There’s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you’ve got to walk away now
It’s over
I know in the past I’ve found it hard to say
Tellin’ you things, but not tellin’ straight
But the more I pull on your hand and say
The more you pull away
Dry your eyes mate
I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There’s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you’ve got to walk away now
O mundo de Sophia... (2)
" Esperança e desespero de alimento
Me servem neste dia em que te espero
E já não sei se quero ou se não quero
Tão longe de razões é meu tormento.
Mas como usar amor de entendimento?
Daquilo que te peço desespero
Ainda que mo dês - pois o que eu quero
Ninguém o dá senão por um momento.
Mas como és belo, amor, de não durares,
De ser tão breve e fundo o teu engano,
E de eu te possuir sem tu te dares.
Amor perfeito dado a um ser humano:
Também morre o florir de mil pomares
E se quebram as ondas no oceano. "
- Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen -
* Se a perfeição existe, cabe inteirinha neste poema...
Me servem neste dia em que te espero
E já não sei se quero ou se não quero
Tão longe de razões é meu tormento.
Mas como usar amor de entendimento?
Daquilo que te peço desespero
Ainda que mo dês - pois o que eu quero
Ninguém o dá senão por um momento.
Mas como és belo, amor, de não durares,
De ser tão breve e fundo o teu engano,
E de eu te possuir sem tu te dares.
Amor perfeito dado a um ser humano:
Também morre o florir de mil pomares
E se quebram as ondas no oceano. "
- Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen -
* Se a perfeição existe, cabe inteirinha neste poema...
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