quarta-feira, 30 de abril de 2008

Letter to the Priest

Time takes care of the wound, so I can believe.
You had so much to give, you thought I couldn't see.
Gifts for boot heels to crush, promises deceived
I had to send it away to bring us back again.
Your eyes and body brighten silent waters, deep.
Your precious daughter in the other room, asleep.
A kiss "Goodnight" from every stranger that I meet.
I had to send it away to bring us back again.
Morning theft, and pretender left, ungrateful.
True Self is what brought you here, to me.
A place where we can accept this love.
Friendship battered down by useless history,
Unexamined failure.
What am I still to you?
Some thief who stole from you?
Or some fool drama queen whose chances were few?

Love brings us to who we need,
a place where we can save
A heart that beats as both siphon and reservoir.
You're a man, I'm a calf.
You're a window, I'm a knife.
We come together making chance into starlight.
Meet me tomorrow night, or any day you want.
I have no right to wonder just how, or when.
And though the meaning fits, there's no relief in this.
I miss my beautiful friend.
I had to send it away to bring him back again.

terça-feira, 29 de abril de 2008

Felliniando

"Reivindico o direito de contradizer-me. Não quero privar-me do direito de dizer bobagens e peço, humildemente, que me seja permitido enganar-me algumas vezes."

quinta-feira, 24 de abril de 2008

Chave

Meu bichinho assustado
não recues diante da vida
a vida
é uma armadilha sem dono
um abandono
um abandono

quarta-feira, 23 de abril de 2008

It ain't me babe

Go away from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
I'm not the one you want, babe
I'm not the one you need
You say you're lookin' for someone
Who's never weak but always strong
To protect you and defend you
Whether you are right or wrong
Someone to open each and every door

But it ain't me babe
No, no, no, it ain't me babe
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe

terça-feira, 22 de abril de 2008

Better version of me

Deixei cair o níquel quando eu estava ligada
Meu caminho além do Rubicon
O que eu fiz?

E os jogos que eu posso manusear
E então aqueles com uma vela
O que eu posso fazer?

Eu sou uma pessoa assustada e inconstante
Lutando, chorando, chutando e praguejando
O que eu devo fazer?

Depois de todos os acessórios inúteis
E o transporte do carvão excedente parou.
O que eu aprendi?

Eu estou provavelmente perdendo o evento principal
Se eu parar de chorar e reclamar de novo
Então eu manterei uma paz proposital
Deixe a maldita brisa enxugar meu rosto

Oh, senhor, Espere até você ver
O que eu planejo ser

Eu tenho um plano pra processar e isso só começou
E se você estiver certo, você vai concordar

Aí vem a melhor versão de mim

quarta-feira, 9 de abril de 2008

Em cima da Redenção

"...penso nas tantas bitucas de cigarro afogadas no fundo de garrafas que habitam como inquilinas este condomínio de perdições...
- me perdi do sebo, dos calos, das bitucas, menos das garrafas, nunca das garrafas! Jamais seria desleal com minhas fiéis companheiras embora elas queiram tanto fugir diante do sol que, tão repentinamente, invadiu minha janela."

Trecho da poesia de Henrique

terça-feira, 1 de abril de 2008

Paper Bag

And I went crazy again today,
Looking for a strand to climb
Looking for a little hope

Baby said he couldn't stay, wouldn't put his lips to mine,
And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope
I said, "honey, i don't feel so good, don't feel justified
Come on put a little love here in my void"
He said "it's all in your head", and I said "so's everything"
But he didn't get it
I thought he was a man
But he was just a little boy.