2 little whos
(he and she)
under are this
wonderful tree

smiling stand
(all realms of where
and when beyond)
now and here

(far from a grown
-up i&you-
ful world of known)
who and who

(2 little ams
and over them this
aflame with dreams
incredible is)

- e.e. cummings

pausa

when at frail time this changeling heart
the endless pier may stalk no more
righteous gales like chariots rise
an ember holds the weary hand

when at pale dawn your lips forgot
a siren blows no gentle noon
seaspray weathers gentile boots
no henge of silver gilds the quay

when at half knoll ten belfries shout
no more might redness throb the veins
a passing takes that place of wrath
and dwindling hope to earth returns.

esboço Ia

(a partir de um tema de orlando)


passos descalços
comovem
eu, olhos rasos,
tu, branca de água
riso
o teu riso traz-me olhos rasos de água
fecho-os e fico muito quieto
quero sentir-te por dentro de mim
imagem que me alastra no corpo
e sustenho-me no limite do ar
cheio
não me permito nenhum movimento
a não ser o bater do coração por ti

e segues o teu rio de gin, estalas
sôfrego como o táxi que te carrega
entre meia puta e um espelho febril
arrumas as cadeiras para não sentir
os mortos já vão a caminho da manhã.

(00:11:15) Lord of Morning: so what matters?
(00:11:23) Lord of Morning: what people have we had? men and women
(00:11:33) Lord of Morning: half-satisfactory pieces
(00:11:45) Lord of Morning: and all the while we knew life was higher.

(23:46:11) Lord of Morning: and the world goes by like piecesof time that fly away as sails catching air
(23:46:33) Lord of Morning: ships crave for wavelets in the passing figments of a lost life.
(23:46:37) Lord of Morning: ages burn
(23:46:45) Lord of Morning: suns rage
(23:46:50) Lord of Morning: clouds pass over
(23:46:54) Lord of Morning: easter calls
(23:46:59) Lord of Morning: and a cross beckons
(23:47:14) Lord of Morning: by the lake of a hundred passions sent forever away.

The 28th day
She'll be bleeding again
And in lupine ways
We'll alleviate the pain

Unholy water
Sanguine addiction
Those silver bullets
A last blood benediction

It is her moon time
When there's iron in the air
A rusted essence
Woman may I know you there

Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me
Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me

Don't spill a drop dear
Let me kiss the curse away
Yourself in my mouth
Will you leave me with your taste?

Beware
The woods at night
Beware
The lunar night

So in this grey haze
We'll be meating again
And on that great day
I will tease you all the same

- Pete Steele

Oh sunshine
though love and beauty pass me by
Should I waste my time?
In your valley, beneath your skies,

Oh I am home.

You move your own mountain
The trees have grown, trees have grown
Now it's over
Now it's over and I'm coming home

Oh I am home

-Kyuss

Fiat Lux

Hör mich nur atmen
doch das beweist nichts

inmitten meiner Kreise
doch deren Mitte bin ich nicht

regungslos
wartend
wartend

Wenn du kommst, kommst du mit Licht
du kommst strahlend
zehrst meinen Schatten auf
zählst meine Kerben
und schlägst mich auf
öffnest mein Versteck
und liest mich laut
damit auch ich
mich
hören kann

wenn du gehst, fragst du:
wer von uns beiden glaubst du
ist der Geliebte? Wer von uns
ist der Geliebte?



Just listen to me breathe
but that proves nothing

In the middle of my circles
but their centre I am not

motonless
waiting
waiting

When you come, you'll come with light
you'll come radiant
You devour my shadows
count my notches
and open me up
open my hideaway
and read me out loud
so that I, too
can hear
myself

When you leave, you'll ask:
which one of us do you believe
is the beloved? which one of us
is the beloved?

Tired of Love

Love knows the time that is owed it
hours die like aunts on Sunday.

Is it spring? Is it winter?
The trees receive the wind and are bent.

My desire is tired, my breath toothless.
I'm tired of naming parts of the body,
as we did, bubbling-over with discovery.
I'm tired of love.

Everything begins to drift, driven by the wind:
my hands, her hands, my words,
seasons... we take along the pain,
pursuing the quick love and die.
I'll die for sure, drifting,
looking for love where it once was,
toothless and tired.

- Remco Campert

Better that every fiber crack
and fury make head,
blood drenching vivid
couch, carpet, floor
and the snake-figured almanac
vouching you are
a million green counties from here,

than to sit mute, twiching so
under prickling stars,
with stare, with curse
blackening the time
goodbyes were said, trains let go,
and I, great magnanimous fool, thus wrenched from
my own kingdom.

- Sylvia Plath

Shadow

I have loved being in love;
perhaps that's why it has not loved me.
That's how a handsome lover
behaves with a lovestruck child.
I've loved the sun too much
and fed up with begging
to the doors of the days
I've become like the frond of a fern
that prefers to live in the shade
rather than bare the sun.
And so I trouble myself about a house
in which lamp- and sunlight
have been tempered for the eyes
and where the sober lines of a face
and where the serenity of a friendship stand
as the shadow of a tree
arched
above my head.

- Alice Nahon

Five Year Plan

I love you. You love that which cannot be.
Where you love capacities, I love shortcomings.
Where you love pride, I love how the fragile can break
in my arms. You love courage. I, weakness now /
and then.

You love the future. I, that which is past.
Whereas you love the hundred lives you wanted to live,
I love the one which is left over and thus
the way you can be so far away pressed /
close to me.

I love what is. You, what should be.
Do you love me. I love you.

- Herman de Coninck

Warren Ellis

QUEEN OF MY HEART
(Sullivan/Heaton) 1995

To the Queen of my Heart, from the King of Nowhere
I have watched you arming, and how you wave your sword in the air;
always fighting the shadows as they move behind you,
and the beating wings that hover around you . . .
To the queen of my heart, from the king of nowhere
It's a shallow sky that holds us in; you can reach right out
and touch the edge with just one outstretched hand and feel
the dark come closing in.
And there's nowhere far enough away from here;
the ringing ears and the closing air, and the cities and deserts all beat the same;
the radio waves crackle and phase, the satellites spinning slowly round.
The radar towers search and call
to the Queen of my Heart, from the King of Nowhere . . .
This is the great world calling to the last crusader;
In the rush of the lifeblood coming out of the sunrise . . .
And you're the Queen of my Heart . . . and I'm the King of Nowhere.

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Estou rendido.

aldeias brancas


curvas num copo de terra
na luz tocam sinos a repique
o coração é uma aldeia branca.


Há pedras marcadas
Linhas num rosto severo
E uma dúvida tão humana.


A rua escorre ainda
A estrada leva ainda
Na cor do vento vens tu.



de VG:

Além, ávida,
voa a ave.
Acaba a tarde.


Talvez também a borboleta,
que vive um só dia,
sinta passarem, lentas, as horas.



de RC:

mesmo se ensaio
erro o gesto
é cedo ainda.

J'aimerais

J'aimerais
J'aimerais
Devenir un grand poète
Et les gens
Me metteraient
Plein de laurrier sur la tête
Mais voilà
Je n'ai pas
Assez de goût pour les livres
Et je songe trop à vivre
Et je pense trop aux gens
Pour être toujours content
De n'écrire que du vent.

- Boris Vian