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Sete Luas

Há noites que são feitas dos meus braços
e um silêncio comum às violetas
e há sete luas que são sete traços
de sete noites que nunca foram feitas
Há noites que levamos à cintura
como um cinto de grandes borboletas.
E um risco a sangue na nossa carne escura
duma espada à bainha de um cometa.
Há noites que nos deixam para trás
enrolados no nosso desencanto
e cisnes brancos que só são iguais
à mais longínqua onda de seu canto.
Há noites que nos levam para onde
o fantasma de nós fica mais perto:
e é sempre a nossa voz que nos responde
e só o nosso nome estava certo.

Natália Correia

Caroço

O caroço deste fruto parece ser apenas
um invólucro frio, incomestível,
sem serventia alguma. Mas esconde
no fundo do seu poço uma vida
destinada a eclodir, mal sinta propício
o agasalho da terra.

Que o mesmo é dizer: está lá dentro
uma morte emboscada.

A.M. Pires Cabral
in As Têmporas da Cinza, Cotovia

You and Cinnamon

You and cinnamon

A clear deep blue sky.
the sun (oh the sun) on a very cold day.
B&W photographs (specially portraits).
Gray areas.
Talking with friends on a street with a bright big moon over us.
Try to see both sides of everything.
Music (from a simple instrumental melody to epic orchestral tales; sad lyrics to screaming the same silly sentence over and over).
The electric charge I feel whenever I'm close to you.
Walking, just walking around.
Discussing something passionately.
Stare contests (which I allways lose).
Honesty.
An embrace (specially yours) driven by emotion.
The joy and fear I feel when I realize I'm witnessing a unique moment in time.

Carol

fotografia por SarahDeShields

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Porque há dias perfeitos, por não o serem totalmente. Porque há dias em que te sentes feliz simplesmente porque sim.

Sorri.

Before Sunrise...

awkward looks and conversations, the material for new relationships...

"Nascemos para morrer,

Conhecemos pessoas para as perder,

Possuímos coisas para as deixarmos para trás."

Ditado Budista

Linhas Cruzadas

Reajo a esse incómodo olhar, nem quero acreditar
Que vem na minha direcção
Há dias que estou a reparar, nem queres disfarçar
Roubas a minha atenção
Aprecio o teu dom de tornar, nao clico o meu falar
Numa total confusão
Confesso que só de imaginar, que te vou encontrar
Me sobe à boca o coração

E falas de ti, falas do tempo
Prolongas o momento. dum simples cumprimentar
Falas do dia, falas da noite
Nem sei que responda, perdido no teu olhar

É certo que sempre ouvi dizer, que do querer ao fazer
Vai um enorme esticão
Mas haverá quem possa negar, que querer é poder
E o nunca é uma invenção
Bem sei que este nosso cruzar, pode até nem passar
Dum capricho sem valor
Mas porque raio hei-de evitar, se esse teu ar
Me trouxe ao sangue calor

E falas de ti, falas do tempo
Prolongas o momento. dum simples cumprimentar
Falas do dia, falas da noite
Nem sei que responda

E falas de ti, falas do tempo
Prolongas o momento. dum simples cumprimentar
Falas do dia, falas da noite
Nem sei que responda, perdido no teu olhar

Virgem Suta

obrigada Julinha ^^

procurem-me nas palavras.algures a meio de um verso havemos de nos encontrar

fotografia por http://www.flickr.com/photos/whateveryou/

Fotografia Antiga

Tu vagueias na profundidade do campo
Que vem dar ao quarto onde eu dantes trabalhava
E de tempos em tempos
Olhas para cima para ver se te estou a espreitar.
Até hoje
Os teus braços estão cheios das flores silvestres
De que estavas tão enamorada.

Ian Hamilton

Na simplicidade me encontro. Em tardes que se arrastam... em palavras.

há mãos assim, que de castas,

como as tuas,

prolongam o tempo que há dentro da cor,

e trazem o lume e o brilho da sombra

com que as horas desenham o despojo da luz.

Emanuel Jorge Botelho

A Good Start

You're one with the burdon of intuition.
You're one with the freedom of a blank stare.
You're one with the best friend you lost,
You wish was still there.

You're one with the dust on that old piano.
You're one with the strings on your new guitar.
You're one with the wind through the open window,
You are.

It was a faint line that brought you here,
And a pulse that kept you in time.
It was the comfort of a tradition,
Like the few that were not that kind.

It's a shame now, baby, you can't see yourself,
And everything you're running from.
And it's the same world, honey, that has brought you down,
As the one that's gonna pick you up.
And pick you up.

You're one with the echos of conversation.
You're one with the strangers you overheard.
You're one with the lesson that was the best one you learned.

It was a faint line that brought you here,
And a pulse that kept you in time.
It was the comfort of a tradition,
Like the few that were not that kind.

It's a shame now, baby, you can't see yourself,
And everything you're running from.
And it's the same world, honey, that has brought you down,
As the one that's gonna pick you up.
And pick you up.

It was a long, dark, sleepy morning walk.
You fell down, case and point.
It was a good start.
It was a good start.

It was a long, dark, sleepy morning walk.
You fell down, case and point.
It was a good start.
It was a good start.

It's a shame now, baby, you can't see yourself,
And everything you're running from.
And it's the same world, honey, that has brought you down,
As the one that's gonna pick you up.

And it's a shame now, baby, you can't separate
Yourself from where you stood.
And it's the same world, honey, that made you feel so bad,
That makes you feel so good.
Feel so good.

Maria Taylor

Pioneer To The Falls

Show me the dirt pile
And I will pray that the soul can take
Three stowaways
You vanish with no guile
And I will not pay
But the soul can wait
The soul can wait

Well it is still pretty wet
With all these leaks
We’ll be fine
We’ll be fine

But if it’s still pretty wet
With all these leaks
We'll be fine, oh
And supervised

Show me the dirt pile
And I will pray that the soul can take
Three stowaways
And you vanish with no guile
And I will not pay
But the soul can wait
I felt you so much today

I know you try
You tried straight into my heart
You fly straight into my heart
Girl, I know you try
You fly straight into my heart
You fly straight into my heart
But here comes the fault...

So much for make believe,
I'm not sold
So much of dreams deceive, I'm not prepared to know
Your heart makes me feel
Your heart makes me bold
For always and ever,
I'll never let go
Always concealed
Safe and inside, alive!

Show me the dirt pile
And I will pray that the soul can take
Three stowaways
In a passion it broke
I pull the black from the grey
But the soul can wait
I felt you so much today...

Interpol

Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.

Carl Sagan