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13.1.16

2016


Hold fast to dreams 
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

Langston Hughes, "Dreams"

(Pintura de Cândido Portinari)

15.2.13

"Love is just a word"



Do you feel
Love is just a word to say sometimes
Do you feel
Love is just a word to say sometimes
Do you feel
Love is just a word to say sometimes
Do you feel
Love is just a word to say

We are so far from knowing
I feel so far
All my life I've been running
From these things that I've never done
All my life I've been running
From the things that I've never done
Still a fighter keeps the dream alive
If I wasn't this close to heaven
I'd be letting down a sigh

Lord knows I'll find a way
Through the sleepless city's weary face
Holding you

Do you feel love is just a word I say sometimes
Do you feel love is just a word I say
For I feel so far from knowing
I feel so far from knowing
I feel so far from knowing
I feel so far

All my life I've been running
From these things that I've never done
All my life I've been running
To keep me from home

Do álbum Can't Go Back (2012)

2.7.12

Segredos


 "(...) Meu amor por Alana não aceita essa simplicidade de coisa concluída, de casal para sempre, de vida sem segredo. Por trás desses olhos azuis há mais, no fundo das palavras e dos gemidos e dos silêncios alenta outro reino, respira outra Alana. Nunca lhe disse isso, gosto demasiado dela para despedaçar essa superfície de felicidade pela qual hão deslizado já tantos dias, tantos anos."

Julio Cortázar, excerto de "A Orientação dos Gatos" (retirado de Queremos tanto a Glenda), tradução adaptada

Ilustração: Adam Hancher, "Holding Loneliness"

24.3.10

Flying solo



My quietness has a man in it, he is transparent
and he carries me quietly, like a gondola, through the streets. He has several likenesses, like stars and years, like numerals.

My quietness has a number of naked selves,
so many pistols I have borrowed to protect myselves from creatures who too readily recognize my weapons and have murder in their heart!

Frank O'Hara (do poema "In Memory of My Feelings")
Desenho de Tonci Zonjic

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