O confortável toma lá dá cá

As palavras medidas no desconforto
Usar elas com intuito qualquer
Saber até onde elas alcançam
Duplicar os sentidos
O figurado, o literal
O censurado
Medidas no desconforto
E o conforto?
E o confortável?
E o controlável?
Descem como se fossem caroços de manga
Elas descem, nem que seja com um empurrão da dor
Elas ficam embrulhadas no estômago
Ou voltam ao ciclo da natureza
Toma lá dá cá!

Linda, linda canção

Sweet Memory

Tinderticks



Watching the days go by isn't half the fun it used to be
When I could reach out from inside the folds of your skin
Watching the sun rush by isn't as half as good now it's all silent ‘round here
Over the memory - the folds of your skin

And I never wanna spend another day, not a single moment from your side
No, I don't even wanna spend another day, not a single moment from your side
Over the memory - the folds of your skin
Over sweet memory - and I can taste no other

Came running from nowhere fast, came stumbling at me through the dark
Breaking right through my skin - and I can taste no other
Came like lightning in my arms, came tearing through the night

Inside the memory - I can taste no other
And I never wanna spend another day, not a single moment from your side
No, I don't even wanna spend another day, not a single moment from your side

Still running forwards and backwards I'm inside and outside your love
And over the memory - I can taste no other
Over sweet memory - I can see no other

Came like lightning through my heart - folds of your skin
Watching the sun ... by - I can taste no other

"Terno deslumbramento

Acolhe meu despertar!

Estou longe de pretender

Ao imaterial;

Mas amo-te, azul sem mancha.

Ligeiro com o Ariel

Morro se me amarro

A qualquer recanto do céu.

Nada há, que eu saiba

Mais substancial

Escutar-te é ouvir-te.

Não quero mais esperar

Para provar esse mel."

André Gide... em Os Frutos da Terra