If I can't have you

You never saw my face

I traced your path each day

We could be always together

Now I watch you bleed

You had all I need

How I love you so

Now we'll never know

If I can't have you

Zero 7   

Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die tomorrow...

And dance like there's nobody watching...

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" You want to know why I wrote that stupid book?

Why?

So that you might come to a reading in Paris and I could walk up to you and ask, 'Where the fuck were you?' "

Ironic

"A traffic jam when you're already late

A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break

It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife

It's meeting the man of my dreams

And then meeting his beautiful wife

And isn't it ironic... don't you think?

A little too ironic.. and yeah I really do think..."

We used to wait

"I used to write,

I used to write letters I used to sign my name

I used to sleep at night

Before the flashing lights settled deep in my brain

But by the time we met

By the time we met the times had already changed

So I never wrote a letter

I never took my true heart I never wrote it down

So when the lights cut out

I was left standing in the wilderness downtown

Now our lives are changing fast

Now our lives are changing fast

Hope that something pure can last

Hope that something pure can last

It seems strange

How we used to wait for letters to arrive

But what's stranger still

Is how something so small can keep you alive

We used to wait

We used to waste hours just walking around

We used to wait

All those wasted lives in the wilderness downtown"

Arcade Fire

Talento clandestino

"respiro fundo
sinto-me agarrado à vida
peço ao universo
por dádiva criativa
na música e pintura foco-me no que me cativa
poesia é minha sina, uma terapia
vida dominada pela vasta rotina
de madrugada em busca de adrenalina
que vicia, que pinta a vida mais colorida
é incrível quando nos sentimos únicos
nús de preconceitos
em momentos lúdicos
e aproveitamos até aos últimos segundos
livres sem rumo
como nobres vagabundos
sem algemas de tempo
ou grilhetas de medo
a desfrutar o sossego
no total desapego
não há nada como o pôr do sol à beira-mar
melhor só tendo alguém ao lado para abraçar"

Talento clandestino - Dealema

Quase Perfeito

Queria...
Queria passear contigo
de mãos dadas
passos lentos,
como de quem saboreia a noite.
E a vida.

Sob a luz tremida de candeeiros de rua
Queria fazer de conta...
Fazer de conta que sou poeta,
criar rimas
e dizer que te amo.

Encostar a minha cabeça no teu peito
e escutar a tua alma
desejando-me silenciosamente
como o pianista deseja o piano
como eu te desejo a ti.
Queria...

Escrito a 18 de Janeiro de 2006