sábado, março 15, 2008

THE PAST, SO PRESENT


I forgot what my father said
I forgot what he said
I forgot what my mother said
As we lay on your bed
A city full of flowers
A city full of rain
I got seven days to live my life or seven ways to die

I forgot what my brother said
I forgot what he said
I don't regret anything at all

I remember how he wept
On a bridge of violent people
I was small enough to cry
I got seven days to live my life or seven ways to die

Hold my face before you
Still my trembling heart
Seven days to live my life or seven ways to die

The Gods forgot they made me
So I forgot them too
I listen to their shadows
I play among their graves
My heart is never broken
My patience never tried
I got seven days to live my life or seven ways to die

Seven days to live my life or seven ways to die

Seven
Seven
Seven

Seven
Seven
Seven

Seven
Seven
Seven

David Bowie
- Seven


They always say don't believe in ex-smokers and ex-communists.
I say don't believe in ex-melancholic people.
As Vergílio Ferreira, i still hear the canticles and i think i won't never stop to listen them... but i hope, in a murderous manner, i hope...

terça-feira, março 11, 2008

LULLABY


Starry Night - 2006
Charles Moffat


Another singing story like so many others...


The young boy who never smiled and
the tiny girl with the wounded knees
Amused by Hairman's hypnotizing voice
Forgot for a few hours all their miseries

He applies a bandage, she lends a smile
Astonished are they with Robert's stance
Unworried about the after tomorrow, as
Adam Green usually says, "baby come dance..."


A rhetoric question before the goodnight:

Was it a fairy tale in Real World or a true story in Twilight Zone?

quarta-feira, março 05, 2008

THE SPACE BETWEEN



Latest stop, the moon. Next? The Space Between... between two symmetrical bodies: The Newton's Universal Law of Gravitation.

The astronaut, rider on the cosmic storm, so lonely and fulfilled. The storm has gone. It's all quiet. Silence occupies the space, the same old silence that erst was unbearable and annoying now makes me so comfortably numb.


. . . the journey starts and ends with an inner smile.