Sons da Escrita 172





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.



Do alto da ponte contemplo (Carlos Corga)

do alto da ponte contemplo
os céus da minha cidade
as estrelas que repousam no meu olhar
são gotículas de cristal
feitas de sonhos sonhados





Dreams (Fleetwood Mac)

Now here you go again
You say you want your freedom
Well who am I to keep you down
It's only right that you should
Play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat, drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering
what you had, And what you lost
And what you had, And what you lost

Chorus:
Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
They say, women, they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know
You'll know

Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions
I keep my visions to myself
It's only me who wants to wrap around your dreams and
Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?
Dreams of loneliness like a heartbeat, drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering
what you had, And what you lost
And what you had, oh what you lost

Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
women, they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know

oh Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
They say, women, they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know
You'll know
You will know
oh oh oh you'll know



Prisioneira do instante (Carlos Corga)

prisioneira do instante
a vida é o sonho
de um momento
o brilho no olhar
esvai-se entre a luz e as sombras
paro
descanso nos degraus da eternidade
já não corro atrás do tempo
e o tempo
não me visita





Life in the fast lane (Eagles)

He was a hard-headed man
He was brutally handsome now, and she was terminally pretty
She held him up, and he held her for ransome in the heart
of the cold, cold city
He had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude
They said he was ruthless, they said he was crude
They had one thing in common, they were good in bed
She'd say, 'Faster,faster. The lights are turnin' red."
Life in the fast lane
Surely makes you lose your mind,
Life in the fast lane

Eager for action and hot for the game
The coming attraction, the drop of a name
They knew all the right people, they took all the right pills
They threw outrageous parties, they paid HEAVENLY bills.
There were lines on the mirror, lines on her face
She pretended not to notice, she was caught up in the race
Out every evening, until it was light
He was too tired to make it, she was too tired to fight about it

Life in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind
Life in the fast lane,
Life in the fast lane, everything all the time
Life in the fast lane

Blowin' and burnin', blinded by thirst
They didn't see the stop sign, took a turn for the worst.
She said, "Listen, baby. You can hear the engine ring. We've been up and down this highway; haven't seen a goddam thing."
He said,"Call the doctor. I think I'm gonna crash."
"The doctor says he's comin', but you gotta pay him in cash."
They went rushin' down that freeway, messed around and got lost
They didn't care they were just dyin' to get off
And it was life in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind
Life in the fast lane,
Life in the fast lane, everything all the time
Life in the fast lane
Life in the fast lane
Life in the fast lane



A rua cala a dor (Carlos Corga)

a rua cala a dor
aquela dor
maior do que a rua
que se esconde nos vãos das escadas
nas soleiras das portas
debaixo das pontes
nas outras ruas
aquela dor
que não dorme
que vigia o sono
que afasta as outras dores
enquanto tu ó noite
acolhes o sono em teus braços





Takin' it to the streets (Doobie Brothers)

You don't know me but I'm your brother
I was raised here in this living hell
You don't know my kind in your world
Fairly soon the time will tell
You...telling me the things you're gonna do for me
I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see
Takin' it to the streets (takin' it to the streets)
Takin' it to the streets (no more need for runnin')
Takin' it to the streets (Oh, oh-oh, nah, nah)
Take this message to my brother
You will find him...everywhere
Wherever people live together
Tied in poverty's despair
Are you...telling me the things you're gonna do for me
I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see
Takin' it to the streets (takin' it to the streets)
Takin' it to the streets (no more need for runnin')
Takin' it to the streets (takin it to the streets)
Takin' it to the (BREAK)
Are you...telling me the things you're gonna do for me (yeah, hah)
I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see
Takin' it to the streets (takin' it to the streets)
Takin' it to the streets (no more need for runnin')
Takin' it to the streets (Ah, yeah)
Takin' it to the streets (takin' it to the streets)
Takin it to the streets (we'll discuss it further)
Takin' it to the streets (Ah, nah)
Takin' it to the streets (takin' it, takin' it)
Takin' it to the streets (hey, yeah, now)
Takin' it to the streets (Takin'...it to the streets)
Takin' it to the streets (no more need for runnin')
Takin' it to the streets (no more need for hidin')
Takin' it to the streets (ah, yeah, yeah)
Takin' it to the streets (no...more)
Takin' it to the streets (yeah, yeah)
Takin' it to the streets (takin' it, takin' it)
Takin' it to the streets (aaaaahhh)
Takin' it to the streets (takin' it, takin')
Takin' it to the streets (no more need)
Takin' it to the streets (takin' it, takin' it)





os gritos que moram
nas trevas da guerra
são olhares de silêncio
nos rostos de pedra




Com amizade: Davy Spillane, John Doan, Fleetwood Mac, Eagles, Doobie Brothers, Carlos Corga e José-António Moreira

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the love you'll take
is equal to the love you make

Posted: sex - maio 16, 2008 at 12:00 AM          

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