Resistente

Maria

do egípcio Mry: senhora amada.

(mensagem a posteriori com distorção do espaço-tempo)

LN, 19:00

"How awful that the artist has become nothing but the after-dinner mint of society" – Samuel Barber

LN, 22:19

Mar, azul profundo de Sophia Que para mim és verde e cinzento Corres num sentido pouco atento Leva-lhe, calmo, este estranho alento De que um dia, um dia seremos alegria.

LN, 23:43

I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candlew burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

LN, 11:07

The call to arms was never true
Time to imbibe here’s to you
I’ll tell you stories bruised and blue
Of drum machines and landslides
Just one more round before we’re through
More psychedelic yuppie flu
It’s such a silly thing to do
Now we’re stuck on rewind
Let’s follow the cops back home
And rob their houses
The call to arms was never true
Let’s take a ride and push it through
Suspended animation glue
Blame it on apartheid
Let’s spend the night in Jimmy shoes
I’ll give you coats and cheap shampoo
I’ll give you nothing else to do
Now we’re stuck on rewind
Let’s follow the cops back home
and rob their houses
The call to arms was never true
I’m medicated, how are you?
Let’s take a dive, swim right through
Sophisticated points of view
Let’s follow the cops back home
And rob their houses

[Placebo]

LN, 10:26

LN, 18:51

Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Ground Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may God’s love be with you
Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Lift-off
This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You’ve really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it’s time to leave the capsule if you dare
This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I’m stepping through the door
And I’m floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there’s nothing I can do
Though I’m past one hundred thousand miles
I’m feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much (she knows!)
Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
am I floating round my tin can
Far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there’s nothing I can do

[David Bowie]

LN, 13:37

And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time
And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her sky
I can't take my eyes off of you
And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We'll both forget the breeze
Most of the time
And so it is
The colder water
The blower's daughter
The pupil in denial
I can't take my eyes off of you
Did I say that I Loathe you?
Did I say that I want to
Leave it all behind?

[Damien Rice]

LN, 13:35

Compasso desespera

Se o trilho é irregular de plantas feitas à mão levantada
Se as pedras não assentam bem porque falta musgo a consolidar
Se a cada passo dado a base treme e ameaça ruir
Se o compasso usado para marcar a fronteira não tem bico nem lápis
Se não se ouvem as cicatrizes do tempo a passar
Se não se contempla a beleza da vida em crescimento
Se tudo é feito numa espiral de acontecimentos esbaforidos

LN, 13:24

Fisgas e vinho morangueiro

e um sem número de boas memórias, numa vida longa e dura, talhada pelo frio e pela pedra.

LN, 11:44

Relativamente

[...]
Combustão perene e fria.
Corpo que a arder arrefece.
Incandescência sombria.
Tudo é foi. Nada acontece.

[António Gedeão]

LN, 11:30

Ano mais

A teoria da relatividade diz que quando se caminha para velho o espaço expande e o tempo contrai.

LN, 19:33

E onde andam agora?

Os Onda Choque e os Ministars? São os mesmos das boys e girls bands de hoje?

LN, 15:24

Sobre Cesário

Que pena que tenho dele! Ele era um camponês
Que andava preso em liberdade pela cidade.

[Alberto Caeiro]

LN, 12:45

[Cesário]

E, enorme, nesta massa irregular
De prédios sepulcrais, com dimensões de montes,
A Dor humana busca os amplos horizontes,
E tem marés de fel como um sinistro mar!

LN, 12:27

Hollow the in

Em regra geral, detesto.

LN, 19:08

Reprocessamento (em cuso)

Do modus vivendi (meu e do trabalho).

LN, 11:49

Beatriz

do latim Beatrix: a que torna (mais) feliz.

(mensagem a posteriori com distorção do espaço-tempo)

LN, 15:30

Alegria de todos nós

Quando nos chegam e nos iluminam.

Ao Miguel, à Francisca e à Inês no dia em que a luz da Catarina se acende.

LN, 10:49

Letra enrugada

Ainda (ou já) te vejo aí no horizonte trémulo
és a luz, o poder e o guia que me conduz,
o carvalho que sobrevive a dez vidas de homens,
o mestre que nos (e me) deixou cedo demais
imaculado na memória e eterno na bondade.

Sei que prossegues em mim e por mim
que deixaste o olhar do gavião a quem nunca caiu a pena,
a contemplação, admiração e crítica
sei que não sei se fomos o que deviamos
mas sei que saberás que serei como devia.

Em letra enrugada que escreve o maior
tenho uma certeza incerta de que foste, és e sempre serás.

LN, 16:07