i know we're running baby, but i need you now

i know we're going crazy, but i need you now

i need you now, to fight somehow

♥

Need you now, Cut Copy &; Architecture in Helsinki

parole, parole, parole

Italia by Masako Kubo 

Parole Parole, Mina & Alberto Lupo

Não te chamo para te conhecer

Conheço tudo à força de não ser 

Peço-te que venhas e me dês

Um pouco de ti mesmo onde eu habite.

Sophia de Mello Breyner Andersen

Imagem: Katie Lionheart

ai que saudade da voxx, rádio mai'linda do mundo

I walk the earth, King biscuit time

onde estás ó prima?

Life has a gap in it... 

it just does.

 Take this waltz, (2011) Sarah Polley

Onde estás, minha vida em câmara lenta,

janela toda aberta onde procuro

o vento, a luz da noite? Onde estarás,

melodia cantada a soluçar

numa cama de grades? Onde estás,

olhar dessas visões em sobressalto,

Casal da Bela Vista, velho pátio

ao som da bicicleta? Onde ficaste,

infinito terraço da Alameda,

varanda cor-de-rosa da Parede

com o sol a morrer sobre Cascais?

Onde estás, corredor de São FIlipe

praia do Monte Branco onde outro eu

se lançava da prancha? Onde estarão

os risos desses primos transparentes,

as lágrimas acesas transparentes,

as lágrimas acesas que brilhavam

como arco-íris de seda no meu rosto?

Onde ficou a última pergunta

em véspera de viagem? Onde estás

o mapa dessa alma que foi espuma,

o nó dessa garganta submersa?

Fernando Pinto do Amaral

Imagem: tih ana

waiting for a superman

I asked you a question

I didn't need you to reply

Is it getting heavy?

And then realize

It's getting heavy

Well I thought it was already as heavy as can be

Is it overwhelming

To use a crane to crush a fly?

It's a good time for Superman

To lift the sun into the sky

Cause it's getting heavy

Well I thought it was already as heavy as can be

Tell everybody

Waiting for Superman

That they should try to

Hold on the best they can

Waiting for a superman, Iron & Wine

primeiro de maio

(Viana do Castelo)

well nobody made this war of mine.

Mysteries, Beth Gibbons & Rustin Man

zooey és a maior

tóxica lobes you.

new girl addiction.

(eu sei, eu sei, too girly, bah, who cares?)

Zooey Deschanel

adele vs alanis

ou: porque não gosto da Adele.

(não é só porque ela berra muito)

a adele berra coisas como esta:

never mind, i'll find someone like you

i wish nothing but the best for you, too

don't forget me, i begged...

Someone like you

voltando uns bons anos atrás, era eu uma adolescente feliz da vida (ou não) e ouvia a Alanis aos berros e gostava. pergunto-me porquê. a alanis berrava coisas em modo:

i want you to know, that i'm happy for you

i wish nothing but the best for you both

an older version of me...

and every time i scratch my nails down someone else's back

i hope you feel it...well can you feel it

well, i'm here to remind you

of the mess you left when you went away...

You oughta know

Alanis estou contigo. Adele, és uma falsa. entre a ironia da alanis e o falso "quero que sejas muito feliz" da adele, prefiro mil alanis a berrar nos meus ouvidos.

claro que sim.

um real-time por dia dá saúde e alegria.

e molta paura.

how do you bust the clouds?

 

grass on your back been hanging in the air

i wanna scope you out

i wanna touch your mouth when you're up there

when are you coming back?

bird on a branch will come back home to sing

when are you coming back?

bringing it back and singing what you bring

how do you bust the clouds?

head on the ground and feeling what you've seen

i wanna scope you out

i wanna be your eyes and show you me

when are you coming back?

when are you gonna burn that broken bed?

when are you coming back?

i wanna see you drifting overhead

Burn that broken bed, Calexico and  Iron & Wine

the moment conversation stops,
she's gone,
away.

 

Toxic Girl, Kings of Convenience

♥

Sempre acreditei que eram as palavras

que saíam da minha boca, e que só elas

podiam apaziguar a minha morte.

Hoje sei que da minha boca sai um fio

transparente e tenaz como uma insónia

que te amarrou à minha vida para sempre.

Amalia Bautista

Imagem: Anne-Claire Rohé

if you go please let me know, i'll go with a heart on fire

♥

   

 Thirteen thirty-five, Dillon

 

 Somos ainda o limiar - espessa

nuvem embrionária. Verdes,

imaturos crustáceos

emergimos

à superfície grávida

das ondas. Somos

o medo ou sua

improvável renúncia. O que

sabemos do

amor, da morte, é só

difusa,

opaca,

luminosa fábula.

Albano Martins

i stand no chance of growing up

Valentine, Fiona Apple, The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do (2012)

You didn't see my valentine
I sent it via pantomime
While you were watchin' someone else
I stared at you and cut myself

Its all I'll do 'cause I'm not free
A fugitive too dull to flee
I'm amorous but out of reach
A still life drawing of a peach

I'm a tulip in a cup
I stand no chance of growing up
I've made my peace I'm dead I'm done
I watched you live to have my fun

I root for you, I love you. You, you, you, you
I root for you, I love you. You, you, you, you

I root for you, I love you. You, you, you, you

I made it to a dinner date
My tear drops seasoned every plate
I tried to dance but lost my nerve
I cramped up in the learning curve

I'm a tulip in a cup
I stand no chance of growing up
I'm resigned to sail on through
In the wake of tales of you

I root for you, I love you. You, you, you, you.
I root for you, I love you. You, you, you.
I root for you, I love you. You, you, you, you, you, you, you.
I root for you, I love you. You, you, you.

The... the other important joke, for me, is one that's usually attributed to Groucho Marx; but, I think it appears originally in Freud's "Wit and Its Relation to the Unconscious," and it goes like this - I'm paraphrasing - um, "I would never want to belong to any club that would have someone like me for a member." 

That's the key joke of my adult life, in terms of my relationships with women. 

Annie Hall (1977), Woody Allen

Imagem: Michael Donovan