terça-feira, 8 de junho de 2010

Baloiço























Ilustração por Anna Ignatieva

Penduro-me nesse sopro nocturno
de sabor amargo e doce,
fresco como uma cereja madura,
intenso como o aroma do mar salgado…
E sobrevoo o meu corpo desmaiado
entre rubras tulipas e rosas pálidas!

A terra infiltra-se-me nos vasos sanguíneos
e um último raio de lua
acaricia-me a face com a sua mão prateada,
tão macia quanto o veludo negro
da minha cabeleira encaracolada
ou a seda do meu vestido verde.

domingo, 6 de junho de 2010

Nasceram-me asas























Flashes by Anna Ignatieva

"Durante a noite olhava o céu e imaginava que conseguia transformar-me em fumo para deslizar através das ripas da gelosia fechada. Brincava imaginando que um raio de lua me batia nas costas e me nasciam asas cheias de penas para começar a voar."

in "Eva Luna" de Isabel Allende


quarta-feira, 2 de junho de 2010

What is your Shape?

Sophie "Hunger" sacia-me esta "fome" de formas musicais :)




Lady or gentleman
You're either or
It's morning, it's evening
It's once or it's more"
What's that name? Eh. what's that name? What's my name again?
When I held up the roof the floor would cave in

Shadow boxing, monologue and we talk and we talk and we talk
Shadow boxing, monologue and we walk and we walk and we walk

Scribbling and coughing a line in the winds
So busy with oiling your sandcastle's hinges
What's that name yeah what's that name yeah what's my name again?
Stamp on the ground and the ceiling falls in

Shadow boxing, monologue and we talk and we talk and we talk
Shadow boxing, monologue and we walk and we walk and we walk
Shadow boxing, monologue and we clean and we clean and we clean
Shadow boxing, monologue and we dream and we dream and we dream

And we go down to the beggar, to reach for the Queen
And It's now and forever, and we are and we seem
And we sculpture a statue to worship and bear
The chaos that's behind the glass of
who and what and who and what we are