Um pouco à Proust...

Ando à procura do mundo - da minha tese - perdido. O pior é que sei que ele lá está, que existe. O maior mal é que não o encontro ao certo. Entretanto, o tempo, esse, esvai-se...

"Pungent smells
They consumate my home
Beyond the black horizon
Trying to take control
See my girl
She shivers in her bones
The sun and zenith rising
Trying to take us all

There's a fire between us
So where is your god?
There's a fire between us
I can't get off the carousel

The sickening taste of homophobic jokes
Images of fascist folks
Beam me up 'cause I can't breathe

Spaceman
I always wanted you to go into space man.
Intergalactic christ

It's time to terminate this great white world
Morbid fascination
Television takes control
Decimation
Different races fall
Electronic information tampers with your soul

There's a fire between us
So where is your god?
There's a fire between us
I can't get off the carousel - I can't get of this world

The sickening taste of homophobic jokes
Images of fascist folks
Beam me up 'cause I can't breathe

Spaceman
I always wanted you to go into space man - Intergalactic christ"

'Spaceman', Babylon Zoo

Ao tac 23...

Há uns dias foi prendado com uma oferta surpresa. É maravilhoso sabermos que ainda nos conseguem surpreender e que, decerto, continuarão a consegui-lo. Faz bem recordar que os dias que importam não são só aqueles que temos por 'instituídos', mas sim que estes últimos, para além da sua essência pelo signo de que se constituem, exortam e exaltam os restantes dias dos nossos quotidianos vividos.

Por isso e por muito mais torna-se evidente a impossibilidade de esquecer. E quem, nestes moldes e no seu perfeito juizo, pretenderia entregar-se ao vazio de um imaterial vácuo de emoções?

©

"Molti mari e fiumi
attraversero
dentro la tua terra
mi ritroverai
turbini e tempeste
io cavalchero
volero tra il fulmini
per averti

Meravigliosa creatura sei sola al mondo
meravigliosa creatura paura di averti accanto
occhi di sole mi bruciano in mezzo al cuore
amore e vita meravigliosa

Luce dei miei occhi
brilla su di me
voglio mille lune
per accarezzarti
pendo dai tuoi sogni
veglio su di te
non svegliarti
non svegliarti
non svegliarti... ancora

Meravigliosa creatura
sei sola al mondo
meravigliosa paura d'averti accanto
occhi di sole mi tremano le parole
amore e vita meravigliosa

Meravigliosa creatura un bacio lento
meravigliosa paura d'averti accanto
all'improvviso tu scendi nel paradiso
muoio d'amore meraviglioso

Meravigliosa creatura
Meravigliosa
occhi di sole mi bruciano in mezzo al cuore
amore e vita meravigliosa"

'Meravigliosa Creatura', Gianna Nannini

2008

O novo ano trouxe chuva. É bom lavar o rosto. E, depois de enxuto, observar o de quão bom temos. Recupera a alma, (res)salvando-a.

"Step one you say we need to talk

He walks you say sit down it's just a talk

He smiles politely back at you

You stare politely right on through

Some sort of window to your right

As he goes left and you stay right

Between the lines of fear and blame

You begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend

Somewhere along in the bitterness

And I would have stayed up with you all night

Had I known how to save a life

Let him know that you know best

Cause after all you do know best

Try to slip past his defense

Without granting innocence

Lay down a list of what is wrong

The things you've told him all along

And pray to God he hears you

And pray to God he hears you

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend

Somewhere along in the bitterness

And I would have stayed up with you all night

Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice

You lower yours and grant him one last choice

Drive until you lose the road

Or break with the ones you've followed

He will do one of two things

He will admit to everything

Or he'll say he's just not the same

And you'll begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend

Somewhere along in the bitterness

And I would have stayed up with you all night

Had I known how to save a life [...]"

'How To Save a Life', The Fray