The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. The art of losing isn't hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.-- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like a disaster.
Elizabeth Bishop
Pluto - Algo Teu
É só o nada a bater-nos à porta/E a mim importa-me que estejas a meu lado/Enquanto o medo vai dançando à nossa volta
É só uma imagem que sonhámos doce imagem/Nada que um dia após o outro reproduza/Mas meu amor estaremos sempre de passagem/Esquece o que eles dizem sobre um grande amor/Quem podia mais querer-te como eu/Nada que acredite conseguir mostrar pois é algo teu
[Celine's song] Let me sing you a waltz / Out of nowhere, out of my thoughts / Let me sing you a waltz / About this one night stand / You were, for me, that night / Everything I always dreamt of in life / But now you're gone / You are far gone / All the way to your island of rain / It was for you just a one night thing / But you were much more to me, just so you know / I don't care what they say / I know what you meant for me that day / I just want another try, I just want another night / Even if it doesn't seem quite right / You meant for me much more than anyone I've met before / One single night with you, little Jesse, is worth a thousand with anybody / I have no bitterness, my sweet / I'll never forget this one night thing / Even tomorrow in other arms, my heart will stay yours until I die / Let me sing you a waltz / Out of nowhere, out of my blues / Let me sing you a waltz / About this lovely one night stand
Leva o homem que adoro para bem longe de mim
Azembla's Quartet
Still trying to find a reason Still trying to find a home Just some place to spread my things in A place from where I can run in Trying to find a home, Tindersticks
"É difícil para Papalagui (Homem Branco) não pensar. É difícil viver com todas as partes do corpo ao mesmo tempo. É comum ele viver só com a cabeça enquanto todos sentidos dormem profundamente. ...Por exemplo, quando o belo sol brilha, o Papalagui (Homem Branco) pensa imediatamente: "Como o sol brilha agora, que beleza!" E continua pensando: "Como o sol está brilhando, como está bonito!" Isto está errado, inteiramente errado, absurdo, porque o melhor é não pensar em nada quando o sol brilha. O Samoano inteligente estira os membros à luz quente do sol e não pensa em nada. Ele recebe o sol tanto com a cabeça quanto com as mãos, os pés, as coxas, a barriga, todas as partes do corpo. Ele deixa que a pele e os membros pensem por si; e certamente eles também pensam de uma forma diferente da cabeça. ...Pensa em coisas alegres, é certo, mas sem sorrir; pensa certamente em coisas tristes, mas sem chorar....O Papalagui (Homem Branco) quase sempre vive em combate perpétuo entre sentidos e seu espírito; ele é um homem dividido em dois pedaços." Chefe Tuiavi
Ah, a eterna dicotomia sentir/pensar. Devíamos sempre ser mais como o Samoano e menos como o Papalagui.
God knows how I adore life. When the wind turns on the shores lies another day. I cannot ask for more. When the time bell blows my heart. And I have scored a better day. Well nobody made this war of mine. And the moments that I enjoy. A place of love and mystery. I'll be there anytime. Oh mysteries of love. Where war is no more. I'll be there anytime. When the time bell blows my heart. And I have scored a better day. Well nobody made this war of mine. And the moments that I enjoy. A place of love and mystery. I'll be there anytime. Mysteries of love. Where war is no more. I'll be there anytime.
Beth Gibbons & Rustin Man - Mysteries
A menina tonta passa metade do dia a namorar quem passa na rua, que a outra metade fica pra namorar-se ao espelho.
A menina tonta tem olhos de retrós preto, cabelos de linha de bordar, e a boca é um pedaço de qualquer tecido vermelho.
A menina tonta tem vestidos de seda e sapatos de seda, é toda fria, fria como a seda: as olheiras postiças de crepe amarrotado, as mãos viúvas entre flores emurchecidas, caídas da janela, desfolham pétalas de papel...
No passeio em frente estão os namorados com os olhos cansados de esperar com os braços cansados de acenar com a boca cansada de pedir...
A menina tonta tem coração sem corda a boca sem desejos os olhos sem luz...
E os namorados cansados de namorar... Eles não sabem que a menina tonta tem a cabeça cheia de farelos.
Manuel da Fonseca
You're my last breathe/ You're a breathe of fresh air to me/ Hi, I'm empty/ So tell me you care for me/ You're the first thing/ And the last thing on my mind/ In your arms I feel/ Sunshine/ On a promise/ A day dream yet to come/ Time is upon us/ Oh but the night is young/ Flowers blossom/ In the winter time/ In your arms I feel/ Sunshine/ Give up yourself unto the moment/ The time is now/ Give up yourself unto the moment/ Let's make this moment last/ You may find yourself/ Out on a limb for me/ Could you expect it as/ A part of your destiny I give all I have/ But it's not enough/ And my patience is shot/ So I'm calling your bluff/ Give up yourself unto the moment/ The time is now/ Give up yourself unto the moment/ Let's make this moment last/ Give up yourself unto the moment/ The time is now/ Give up yourself unto the moment/ Let's make this moment ... last/ And we gave it time/ All eyes are on the clock/ But time takes too much time/ Please make the waiting stop/ And the atmosphere is charged./ In you I trust./ And I feel no fear as I/ Do as I must. / Give up yourself unto the moment/ The time is now/ Give up yourself unto the moment/ Let's make this moment last./ Give up yourself unto the moment/ The time is now/ Give up yourself unto the moment/ Let's make this moment last/ Tempted by fear/ And I won't hesitate/ The time is now/ And I can't wait I've been empty too long/ The time is now/ The tender night has gone/ And the time has gone/ Let's make this moment last/ And the night is young/ The time is now./ Let's make this moment last./ Give up yourself unto the moment/ The time is now/ Give up yourself unto the moment/ Let's make this moment ... last. (Moloko)
Pura Ilusão. A Dona Ilusão. Sempre ela. Aqui.
Não há explicação, não há razão para as coisas acontecerem. São assim porque são. Nada de ilusões.
Vai embora.
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