The Night
Morphine

You're the night, Lilah. A little girl lost in the woods.
You're a folk tale, the unexplainable
You're a bedtime story. The one that keeps the curtains closed.
I hope you're waiting for me cause I can make it on my own.
I can make it on my own.
It's too dark to see the landmarks. I don't want your good luckcharms.
I hope you're waiting for me across your carpet of stars.
You're the night, Lilah. You're everything that we can't see.
Lilah, you're the possibility.
You're the bedtime story. The one that keeps the curtainsclosed.
And I hope you're waiting for me cause I can make it on my own.
I can make it on my own.
Unknown the unlit world of old. You're the sounds I never heardbefore.
Off the map where the wild things grow. Another world outside mydoor.
Here I stand I'm all alone. Drive me down the pitch black road.
Lilah you're my only home and I can't make it on my own.
You're a bedtime story. The one that keeps the curtains closed.
And I hope you're waiting for me cause I can make it on my own.
I can make it on my own.
You're the paint can falling off the wall at the door that slamsat the end of the hall where the kid rings sounds of basketball.
The battle of the earth of the angels. The shifting snow driftsso realistic, so realistic - call you carpet of stars. See thereis something in the yard. It's awful dark. With the paintedstrings, the cross, the good luck charm, the prayer, the extralayer. The group ???...

Les Mystérieuses Cités d'Or (1982)

Que saudades desta série...
Alguém se lembra?

Joao Gilberto and Antonio Carlos Jobim - Chega de Saudade

A viagem

Uma viagem com esta maravilhosa companhia 8)

Por muito tempo achei que a ausência é falta.
E lastimava, ignorante, a falta.
Hoje não a lastimo. Não há falta na ausência.
A ausência é um estar em mim.
E sinto-a, branca, tão pegada, aconchegada nos meus braços,
que rio e danço e invento exclamações alegres,
porque a ausência, essa ausência assimilada,
ninguém a rouba mais de mim.

Carlos Drummond de Andrade

mural

The nigth

O reflexo da lua no mar é qualquer coisa deslumbrante.

When i see Y smile...

reuniões II

reuniões

cruzes credo

Cada qual carrega as suas cruzes! Cristo teve uma.

Eu, já vou na segunda...

Esfola dedos, bota!

Esta tarde deu-me para isto...

Ainda consegui ver isto...

Bic Runga

When I see you smile

It feels like I'm falling

It's not for anybody else to know

The way your face could light the bitter dark of every street

In every town I'll ever go

It's not for anybody else to know

For anybody else to know

When I see you smile

First thing in the morning

It raises curtains on your lazy eyes

Could it be that you and I have the greatest love to ever be

How could this have ever been before?

It's not for anybody else to know

For anybody else to know

When Friday night arrives

We'll let it pass outside the door

This is not for anybody else

Anybody else to know

Bic Runga

Não conhecia esta Senhora da música, Bic Runga, confesso que é a primeira vez que oiço falar, neste caso que oiço cantar! foi depositada na minha caixa de correio electrónico e devo confessar que gostei imenso.

É uma pena eu ser uma nabiça a postar ou adicionar umas músicas aqui no blog...

Apesar de já ter pulicado aqui esta foto, faço-o novamente.

A minha Pina Bausch.

Bateu-me uma saudade....