Moon River

Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.

music by Henry Mancini, lyrics by Johnny Mercer

“"Sanity may be madness but the maddest of all is to see life as it is and not as it should be." (D.Quixote)”

Fui feliz

Apenas um pequeno apontamento.
Eu fui feliz.. inesperadamente feliz
avassaladoramente.
Fui tão feliz, feliz, feliz, feliz
Só isso esboça um pequeno sorriso neste agora.

Perdi

Perdi.
Desconheço os quês,como ou porquês.
Perdi.
Importa esses meros quês?
Folha rasgada.
Perdi...

Thick blue air

Take my hand,
take it again.
let's jiggle our bodies in sand
gods of sun
let's raise our arms in crosses
let's cross our fingers
into a home
of thick blue air,
let's seat at our porch of windless nights..
let's join our breathes into silent stare
drowning ourselves in timeless
musical flair..

Red polish

Fake beauty in a jar,
fooling away tricks of magic
selling out an illusion veil,
nothing but beauty in a jar
Perfectly detailed brightness,
Sweep
Sweep,
brush them,
spotless layer of plastic
So much detail in your proud fingernails
Sweep,
sweep
once and again
So much sealed envy
Cover it again..

Crack
Crack
Pouring out disgust,
Plunging red lips,
So much anger in your red beauty
Crack
Ruined cracked polish
...
rough
cold
fingernails

You said.. I say

"So, in tenderness we 'll sleep"
you said
"in endless tender lips",
I said

Falling Slowly

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

(...)

Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova, Once(OST)
I won't dare to describe this song, for me it's ...

Slammed doors

Slammed doors,
high fits,
rushing movements,
...
The empty void
A frail puppet exposed;
the wicked plastic sun has dawned just
to gaze
at his
broken eyes.
a wretched wind has cracked away
his paper skin...

Silence the dry light.
Seal the door,
Time to listen to every grasp
Ears against the wood
Daring gestures holding the knob
[]
Slamm it again!
I
did
close
your door.

Within the sleak strips

Within the sleak strips,
a packet of crushed sugar,
sickly sweet
...
your fingers ,
slipping through mine,
Only once mine..
cold fingers,
empty windows,
glazed eyes ,
unreal dream,
all you are
a packet of spoiled sugar