Sons da Escrita 040



Eugénio de Andrade (1)
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Compasso a compasso, palavra a palavra, alinham-se, rigorosos, os sons da escrita.

Quando um homem interroga a água pura dos sentidos e ousa caminhar, serenamente, os esquecidos atalhos de todas as memórias, acontecem viagens — viagens entre o quase tudo e o quase nada.

Então, da raíz dos nervos da memória surge a planta de uma vida escutada no silêncio dos sons da escrita.

Sons da Escrita – à volta de uma ideia de José-António Moreira



Quando se esgotam as linhas das mãos

Quando se esgotam as linhas das mãos que apertam as nossas, fazemos das estrelas o papel dos nossos sonhos e tomamos para nós a amargura dos lábios que se apertam por falta de beijos;

nascem flores que nos cansam os olhos com a vida que insistem em trazer;

cantam pássaros que já não incendeiam mais que as cinzas dos cigarros que já fumámos

as árvores só cheiram às madrugadas de insónia

até os rios se esquecem do lugar da foz

estamos e não somos

só




I'm scared (John Lennon)

I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared
I'm scared, so scared
I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared
As the years roll away
And the price that I paid
And the straws slips away

You don't have to suffer
It is what it is
No bell book or candle
Can get you out of this, oh no!

I'm scarred, I'm scarred, I'm scarred
I'm scarred, uh huh
I'm scarred, I'm scarred, I'm scarred
Every day of my life
I just manage to survive
I just wanna stay alive

You don't have to worry
In heaven or hell
Just dance to the music
You do it so well, well, well!

Hatred and jealousy, gonna be the death of me
I guess I knew it right from the start
Sing out about love and peace
Don't wanna see the red raw meat
The green eyed goddamn straight from your heart

I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired
Of being so alone
No place to call my own
Like a rollin' stone



Há dias (Eugénio de Andrade)

Há dias em que julgamos
que todo o lixo do mundo
nos cai em cima
depois ao chegarmos à varanda avistamos
as crianças correndo no molhe
enquanto cantam
não lhes sei o nome
uma ou outra parece-se comigo
quero eu dizer :
com o que fui
quando cheguei a ser luminosa
presença da graça
ou da alegria
um sorriso abre-se então
num verão antigo
e dura
dura ainda.





Don't give up (Peter Gabriel)

in this proud land we grew up strong
we were wanted all along
I was taught to fight, taught to win
I never thought I could fail

no fight left or so it seems
I am a man whose dreams have all deserted
I've changed my face, I've changed my name
but no one wants you when you lose

don't give up
'cos you have friends
don't give up
you're not beaten yet
don't give up
I know you can make it good

though I saw it all around
never thought DID I could be affected
thought that we'd be the last to go
it is so strange the way things turn

drove the night toward my home
the place that I was born, on the lakeside
as daylight broke, I saw the earth
the trees had burned down to the ground

don't give up
you still have us
don't give up
we don't need much of anything
don't give up
'cause somewhere there's a place
where we belong

rest your head
you worry too much
it's going to be alright
when times get rough
you can fall back on us
don't give up
please don't give up

'got to walk out of here
I can't take anymore
going to stand on that bridge
keep my eyes down below
whatever may come
and whatever may go
that river's flowing
that river's flowing

moved on to another town
tried hard to settle down
for every job, so many men
so many men no-one needs

don't give up
'cause you have friends
don't give up
you're not the only one
don't give up
no reason to be ashamed
don't give up
you still have us
don't give up now
we're proud of who you are
don't give up
you know it's never been easy
don't give up
'cause I believe there's a place
there's a place where we belong



Passamos pelas coisas sem as ver (Eugénio de Andrade)

Passamos pelas coisas sem as ver,
gastos, como animais envelhecidos:
se alguém chama por nós não respondemos,
se alguém nos pede amor não estremecemos,
como frutos de sombra sem sabor,
vamos caindo ao chão, apodrecidos.





Old and wise (Alan Parsons Project)

As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows approaching me
And to those I left behind
I wanted you to know
You've always shared my deepest thoughts
You follow where I go

And oh when I'm old and wise
Bitter words mean little to me
Autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they ask me if I knew you
I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine
And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise

As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows surrounding me
And to those I leave behind
I want you all to know
You've always shared my darkest hours
I'll miss you when I go

And oh when I'm old and wise
Heavy words that tossed and blew me
Like autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they ask you if you knew me
Remember that you were a friend of mine
As the final curtain falls before my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise

As far as my eyes can see





Horas, horas sem fim,
pesadas, fundas,
esperarei por ti
até que todas as coisas sejam mudas.

Até que uma pedra irrompa
e floresça.
Até que um pássaro me saia da garganta
e no silêncio desapareça.

Com amizade: David Spillane, John Lennon, Peter Gabriel, Alan Parsons Project, Eugénio de Andrade e José-António Moreira.

And in the end
the love you'll take
is equal to the love you make

Posted: sáb - dezembro 17, 2005 at 11:04 AM          

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