segunda-feira, 23 de janeiro de 2006

Everything Beautiful Is Far Away

He just finished
Eating dinner
And stepped outside the cave to smoke
A cigarette he'd made
From rolled up photo paper
They were pictures of things back on earth
He looked out
On the grayish white expanse
Of uninhabited terrain
He now called home

He'd seen plenty
Mirages and imaginary visitors
Up until then
So he wasn't sure what to think when
He saw swans
And they were wading on the shores
Of a pale white lake
He had never seen there before
And it was quite beautiful
And it was far away
Cause everything beautiful is far away

He knew he was as good as gone
But gone was somewheres
He really didn't mind going to
Since the shuttle had crashed
Many years had passed
And the pictures of his loved ones
That he drew on the walls of the cave
Had finally faded
He put out his smoke
And proceeded towards the lake
Repeating to himself
Everything beautiful is far away.

Grandaddy - Under the western freeway, 2001

quinta-feira, 19 de janeiro de 2006

Ame

selos de cigarros, aguardente e demais bebidas
guardados um a um
para uma caixinha porta-cigarros

terça-feira, 17 de janeiro de 2006

Recordar-se a calar-se

Relembrar de tempos idos que foram bons e ser rechaçado. É como relembrar um afago maternal, dos tempos criança, e ser repreendido pela mãe. Amargo.

sábado, 7 de janeiro de 2006

Saudades

"Eu, agora, que desfecho,
já nem lembro mais de ti.
Mas será que nunca deixo
de lembrar que te esqueci?"
— Mário Quintana

"não faz diferença
se você vem amanhã
ou não vem
desisti de esperar
por alguém
cuja ausência
me faz companhia"
— Martha Medeiros

quinta-feira, 5 de janeiro de 2006

Grass

A vida segue,
O moinho mói,
O Víslula corre,
E o Reno também,
O mar lambe a areia
A areia lambe o mar,
Os olhos inundam-se,
A tua vida segue.