MAGRITTE

do largar (ii)

2012-02-08T12:25:45Z

Duas gerações apenas. Depois, ninguém se lembrará de nós. Desaparecemos sem rasto.
E as palavras que dissemos, que escrevemos, deixam de ser nossas.
Mesmo os genes, uma ilusão de imortalidade. Passageira. Diluída.

Cada instante é agora em si mesmo o último momento. Nunca a vida foi vivida assim (deveria ter sido?), na potência desse final iminente.

Só eu e ela.
Como sempre.
Como nunca mais.

Suzanne Spaak, 1936

IF IT BE YOUR WILL
Antony (Leonard Cohen cover)

If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will

If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing

If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well

And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will

If it be your will

do largar (i)

2012-02-08T12:23:10Z

Dizem que o mais difícil é começar.
Mentem.
O mais difícil é acabar.

Ninguém nasce a saber largar. Isso é algo que se aprende ao longo de toda uma vida. Algumas vezes só no final. Muitas vezes, nem isso.

A vontade de deixar de querer terá sempre de ser igual ou superior em força ao próprio querer. E ainda assim parece nunca ser suficiente.

Dos muitos agentes e dos muitos objectos do querer resultam infinitas combinações de formas de querer, das mais suaves às mais violentas.

Querer é, sobretudo, querer ter. Possuir. Poder chamar “meu” a alguma coisa ou alguém.

Largar é dar o mundo.

L'Embellie, 1962

A PELE QUE HÁ EM MIM
Márcia com JP Simões

Quando o dia entardeceu
E o teu corpo tocou
Num recanto do meu
Uma dança acordou
E o sol apareceu
De gigante ficou
Num instante apagou
O sereno do céu

E a calma a aguardar lugar em mim
O desejo a contar segundo o fim.
Foi num ar que te deu
E o teu canto mudou
E o teu corpo do meu
Uma trança arrancou
E o sangue arrefeceu
E o meu pé aterrou
Minha voz sussurrou
O meu sonho morreu
Dá-me o mar, o meu rio, minha calçada.
Dá-me o quarto vazio da minha casa
Vou deixar-te no fio da tua fala.
Sobre a pele que há em mim
Tu não sabes nada.

Quando o amor se acabou
E o meu corpo esqueceu
O caminho onde andou
Nos recantos do teu
E o luar se apagou
E a noite emudeceu
O frio fundo do céu
Foi descendo e ficou.

Mas a mágoa não mora mais em mim
Já passou, desgastei
Para lá do fim
É preciso partir
É o preço do amor
Para voltar a viver
Já não sinto o sabor
A suor e pavor
Do teu colo a ferver
Do teu sangue de flor
Já não quero saber.

Dá-me o mar, o meu rio, a minha estrada.
O quarto vazio na madrugada
Vou deixar-te no frio da tua fala.
Na vertigem da voz
Quando enfim se cala.

dos crivos

2011-09-30T10:40:09Z

Como uma criança contei-te, em pulgas, que tinha acabado de comprar a trilogia dos Monty Python*. Com uma evidência adulta disseste um já tenho que rebentou a bolha da minha efusividade. Respondi de imediato que então assim os devolveria, para que não sobrassem quando inevitavelmente juntássemos as nossas duas metades.

Ainda não eras meu e mostrei-te o talão de troca.
Riste, porque não sabias.
Eu sorri, tranquilamente.
Porque sabia.
Que o serias.

* Um dos muitos crivos pelos quais foste passando com distinção.

via Thiago Silva

I FOLLOW RIVERS
Lykke Li

Oh, I beg you, can I follow?
Oh, I ask you, why not always?
Be the ocean, where unravel
Be my only, be the water and I'm wading
You're my river running high, run deep, run wild

I, I follow, I follow you
Deep sea baby, I follow you
I, I follow, I follow you
Dark boom honey, I follow you
(…)

dos rascunhos

2011-06-03T14:40:15Z

Sobre os riscos a lápis e as aparas de borracha, faço das minhas memórias as suas. É ele a caneta de tinta permanente com que escrevo. Ele, no meu sorriso e no meu olhar. Ele, agendado no meu calendário. Todos os dias!

étude pour “La Clef de Verre”, c.1959

BIG EXIT
P.J. Harvey

(…)
Baby, baby
Ain’t it true
I’m immortal
When I’m with you
(…)

un moment volé

2011-02-24T15:16:54Z

Ele, um livro e uma limonada.
Uma esplanada contemplando o oceano.
Sob um atrevido e arrebatado sol de inverno.

Le Ciel Meutier (collage), 1927

BIRD STEALING BREAD
Iron & Wine

(…)
I've a picture of you
on our favorite day
by the seaside
there's a bird stealing bread
that I brought
out from under my nose

tell me, baby, tell me
does his company make
light of a rainy day?
how I've missed you lately
and the way we would speak
and all that we wouldn't say

do his hands in your hair
feel a lot like a thing
you believe in
(…)

satélite

2011-02-10T17:44:29Z

Giro em torno dele, numa órbita regular, presa à sua força gravitacional. Mostro-lhe o meu lado luminoso e o meu lado negro, sem vergonhas. Porque sei que aquele estremecimento que sinto, quando as nossas atmosferas se tocam, mesmo ao de leve, ele também o sente.

Le Droit Chemin, 1962

SATELLITE OF LOVE
Lou Reed

Satellite's gone
up to the skies
Thing like that drive me
out of my mind

I watched it for a little while
I like to watch things on TV

Satellite of love
satellite of love
Satellite of love
(…)

domingo

2011-01-24T17:20:06Z

Sem sofrer qualquer resistência, foi um golpe de estado sem precedentes. Ele tomou o poder do meu país sem apoio militar nem eleições. Vivo numa ditadura onde só me resta obedecer [à sua ternura].

Sim, a democracia está sobrevalorizada...

Le Conquerant, 1926

A SUNDAY SMILE
Beirut

(…)
A Sunday smile you wore it for a while.
A Sunday mile we paused and sang.
A Sunday smile and we felt true.

Stockholm Syndrome

2011-01-12T14:20:29Z

Roubou-me com a força do seu sorriso e prendeu-me à força do seu carinho. Amarrou-me nos seus braços e já não me deixou partir.

E agora estou assim, à sua mercê... Rendida... Adorando cada milímetro da sua pele, cada tonalidade dos seus olhos.

Não, se a porta estivesse aberta, nem um só músculo meu se moveria.

L'Abandon, 1929

I’LL TRY ANYTHING ONCE
The Strokes

(…)
when I said 'I can see me in your eyes'
you said 'I can see you in my bed'
that's not just friendship that's romance too
you like music we can dance to

Sit me down
Shut me up
I'll calm down
and I'll get along with you
(...)

I like the way this is going

2010-12-29T14:56:04Z

and how you fit me like a glove.

Have you got any plans for the next few decades?

MAgriTTA chair, de Sabastian Matta (1970)

I LIKE THE WAY THIS IS GOING
Eels

I like your toothy smile,
it never fails to beguile.
Whichever way the wind is blowing
I like the way this is going.

I like the color of your hair,
I think we make a handsome pair.
I can only see my love growing
I like the way this is going

I like to watch TV with you,
there's really nothing i would rather do.
Then maybe we can go to bed,
get up and do it all again.

I like the way your pants fit,
how you stand and how you sit,
whatever seeds that you're sowing,
I like the way this is going.

I don't care about the past,
none of it was made to last,
it's not what who you've known,
but who you're knowing,

I like the way this is going
I like the way this is going.

slow migration south

2010-12-29T14:52:55Z

Com o ar gélido que vem do norte, só me resta partir.
Levantar voo em direcção a sul. Ao seu calor e ao seu carinho. À sua luz e às suas cores.
A ele que é, em mim, o único ponto cardeal.

Les Premiers Amours, 1961

HEAR THE NOISE THAT MOVES SO SOFT AND LOW
James Vincent McMorrow

hear, hear the noise that moves so soft and slow
that’s the sound of freshly fallen snow
your love is gold, your love is gold
seems, seems as though we’ll be stuck out here for days
to bang upon these drums that we have made
you never know, you never know

my one, my only one
lies sleeping in the sun
gave chase and so we run
nothing breaks your stride like whats become
ohhhhh

stack, stack the frozen wood next to the shed
pile it up so high then paint it red,
confuse the dogs, confuse the dogs
and time, time we lost is resting on the stairs
the window out reveals the cooler air
and so we go, and so we go

my one, my only one,
lied twice to keep me on
gave chase and so we sung
everything that ends has still begun

from the inside of my mouth
and the slow migration south
it’s not to be denied
it’s not to be denied

le temps d’une chanson

2010-12-20T15:22:23Z

Danço com ele no silêncio dos passos, calados por meias grossas de Inverno.
No seu ombro, os meus pensamentos fogem e só sobra sentimento.
Na maciez da sua pele sinto a textura do amor.
E naquela canção, nesta, e em tantas outras, relembro o dia em que reparei em mim a reparar nele.

La Forêt Joyeuse, 1948

LA JAVANAISE
Serge Gainsbourg

J'avoue j'en ai bavé pas vous mon amour
Avant d'avoir eu vent de vous mon amour
Ne vous déplaise
En dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions
Le temps d'une chanson

À votre avis qu'avons-nous vu de l'amour
De vous à moi vous m'avez eu mon amour
Ne vous déplaise
En dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions
Le temps d'une chanson

Hélas avril en vain me voue à l'amour
J'avais envie de voir en vous cet amour
Ne vous déplaise
En dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions
Le temps d'une chanson

La vie ne vaut d'etre vécue sans amour
Mais c'est vous qui l'avez voulu mon amour
Ne vous déplaise
En dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions
Le temps d'une chanson

anti-oxidante

2010-12-07T16:30:06Z

Quando mergulho no mar do cinismo, é ele que me traz à tona da lucidez. Que renova a inocência do meu olhar sobre o mundo, antes conspurcado, e me instila, depois e apesar de tudo, confiança no ser humano.

Com ele sou melhor, porque me renovo.
Por ele sou melhor, porque partilho.

La Femme Introuvable, 1928

DO YOU THINK THEY WOULD TELL YOU?
Benji Hughes

If there's a little man that lives in your heart
with a bow and really tiny darts
When he shoots you, you will fall in love
Why? It's not for you to know
'cause you never had a microscope
One that could see so small
And if most scientists believe
That's why human love was made

Do you think they'd really tell you at all?

If a little woman lives in your brain
Singing to you all the time
Singing all your favorite songs
Singing how she's glad that you're mine
(…)

Se…

2010-12-03T15:56:51Z

Gosto da insegurança de não saber qual a cor do seu sorriso cada manhã ou qual das suas texturas tocarei primeiro. Gosto de não saber que canção ele escolherá para cantar pela casa enquanto eu tomo banho, ou se quererá namorar comigo nesse dia.

Ele é a melhor indecisão. E a escolha inevitável.

La Préméditation, 1943

IF
The Divine Comedy

If you were the road
I'd go all the way
If you were the night
I'd sleep in the day
If you were the day
I'd cry in the night
'Cause you are the way
The truth and the light
If you were a tree
I could put my arms around you
And you could not complain
If you were a tree
I could carve my name into your side
And you would not cry,
'Cos trees don't cry

If you were a man
I would still love you
If you were a drink
I'd drink my fill of you
If you were attacked
I would kill for you
If your name was Jack
I'd change mine to Jill for you
If you were a horse
I'd clean the crap out of your stable
And never once complain
If you were a horse
I could ride you through the fields at dawn
Through the day until the day was gone
I could sing about you in my songs
As we rode away into the setting sun

If you were my little girl
I would find it hard to let you go
If you were my sister
I would find it doubly so
If you were a dog
I'd feed you scraps from off the table
Though my wife complains
If you were my dog
I am sure you'd like it better
Then you'd be my loyal four legged friend
You'd never have to think again
And we could be together till the end

how I met

2010-10-06T11:59:24Z

Ou como entreter-se Mediterrâneo adentro sem enjoar.

visiodrive

2010-08-04T16:45:52Z

O verão quer-se com música.
A céu aberto.

GNR - Reis do Roque

boudoir

2010-06-02T12:18:36Z

Do B para o D em menos de duas horas.
E ele que quer (ainda, mais!) todos os alfabetos que eu sou:

do A ao Z

      do α ao ω

             do ح ao م

                     do .- ao --..
                             do ao

L'Alphabet des Révélations, 1929

ACADEMIA
Sia

You can be my alphabet and I will be your calculator
And together we'll work out on the escalator
I will time you as you run up the down
And you'll measure my footsteps as I pleasure this town
The mean of our heights is divided by the nights
Which is times'd by the daggers and the root of all our fights,
The pass of your poem is to swathe me in your knowing
And the beauty of the word is that you don't have to show it

Oh academia you can't pick me up
Soothe me with your words when I need your love

I am a dash and you are a dot
When will you see that I am all that you've got
I'm a binary code that you cracked long ago
But to you I'm just a novel that you wish you'd never wrote
I'm greater than x and lesser than y, so why is it
That I still can't catch your eye?
You're a cryptic crossword, a song I've never heard
While I sit here drawing circles I'm afraid of being hurt

Oh academia you can't pick me up
Soothe me with your words when I need your love

You're a difficult equation with a knack for heart evasion
Will you listen to my proof or will you add another page on
It appears to me the graph has come and stolen all the laughs
It appears to me the pen has over analysed again
And if I am a number I'm infinity plus one
And if you are five words you are afraid to be the one
And if you are a number you're infinity plus one
And if I am four words then I am needing all your love

Oh academia you can't pick me up
Soothe me with your words when I need your love
Academia

c[asa]r

2010-05-21T09:44:10Z

É aquilo que fazemos cada dia, sem alaridos.
Prometendo, com cada beijo, o próximo.
Assinando, com a partilha, a partilha.

Le Trait d'Union, 1942

ONE LIFE STAND
Hot Chip

Tell me where you've been to
Nowhere that you shouldn't do
tell me what you're good for
I can tell you something too
Where have you been staying
tell me what you're playing
(…)
(Keep on feeling)
I only wanna be your one life stand
(…)

Magritte na minha estante (ix)

2010-05-03T13:27:32Z

Ainda assim, Ele continua a ser a melhor razão para eu ir à Feira do Livro.

ESTRANHO QUOTIDIANO, de J.L Pio Abreu

na prateleira

2010-03-23T16:46:20Z

Imóvel, sustenho a respiração, enquanto os seus dedos ansiosos passeiam pelas lombadas, uma a uma.
O frémito de cada vez [todas] que ele me escolhe, puxando-me para ele, suavemente.
Gosto de ser o seu livro preferido.

L'Avenir, 1936

WHY DO YOU LET ME STAY HERE?
She & Him

Why do you let me stay here?
All by myself
Why don’t you come and play here?
I’m just sitting on the shelf
Why don’t you sit right down and stay a while?
We like the same things and I like your style
It’s not a secret, why do you keep it?
I’m just sitting on the shelf
I’ve got to get your presence
Let’s make it known
I think you’re just so pleasant
I would like you for my own
Why don’t you sit right down and make me smile?
You make me feel like I am just a child
Why do you edit?
Just give me credit
I’m just sitting on the shelf

[en]carnação

2009-11-18T16:35:42Z

Se,
de repente,
Magritte tivesse encarnado em Tim Burton,
isso seria,
muito provavelmente,
Johann Fournier:

illustration pour les éditions Max Milo, "La théorie des mêmes" (via)

verbo: saber; conjugação

2010-02-02T11:14:41Z

eu sei
ele sabe
nós sabemos
eles não fazem a mais pequena ideia

Nude, 1919

TO KNOW HIM IS TO LOVE HIM
Amy Winehouse

To know know know him
Is to love love love him
Just to see that smile
Makes my life worthwhile
To know know know him
Is to love love love him
And I do, and I do, and I do

Oh, I'll be good to him
I'll bring joy to him
Everyone says there'll come a day
When I'll walk alongside of him
To know know know him
Is to love love love him
And I do, I really do, and I do
(...)

next year's words

2009-11-02T18:10:57Z

“For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.”

Little Gidding, T.S. ELIOT (1888 – 1965)

Les Origines du Langage, 1955

THIS YEAR’S LOVE
David Grey

This years love had better last
Heaven knows it's high time
And I've been waiting on my own too long
But when you hold me like you do
It feels so right
I start to forget
How my heart gets torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Feeling like you can't go on

Turning circles when time again
It cuts like a knife oh yeah
If you love me got to know for sure
Cos it takes something more this time
Than sweet sweet lies
Before I open up my arms and fall
Losing all control
Every dream inside my soul
And when you kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life so sweet

This years love had better last
This years love had better last

So whose to worry
If our hearts get torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Don't you know this life goes on
And won't you kiss me
On that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life so sweet

This years love had better last
This years love had better last
This years love had better last
This years love had better last

playlist

2009-11-02T18:35:49Z

em repeat e arbitrariamente

CAMERA OBSCURA - My Maudlin Career

CHRIS GARNEAU - El Radio

INDIGO GIRLS - Poseidon And The Bitter Bug

JOHN VANDERSLICE - Romanian Names

PETE YORN & SCARLETT JOHANSSON - Break Up

RICHARD HAWLEY - Truelove's Gutter

THE RUMBLE STRIPS - Welcome To The Walk Alone

SLOW CLUB - Yeah So

THE VEILS - Sun Gangs

THE VIEW - Which Bitch

via

Festas, das boas

2009-12-23T13:14:21Z

daquelas que nos fazem adormecer ao compasso dos dedos,
daquelas que nos arrepiam ao descer pelas costas,
daquelas que se passeiam, sem tempo, em torno do umbigo,
daquelas que, a custo, abandonamos pela manhã,
daquelas para as quais, ansiosos, corremos ao final do dia.

São estas que eu quero. O ano todo.

La Femme Ayant une Rose à la Place du Coeur,1924

FAIRYTALE OF NEW YORK
The Pogues e Kirsty MacColl

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
(...)
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

sloth

2009-12-14T17:40:17Z

Juntos, de pijama, debaixo da manta, no sofá, envergonhamo-nos da nossa própria preguiça.

Juntos, de pijama, debaixo da manta, no sofá, rimo-nos por ela ser nossa e de mais ninguém.

Les Travaux d'Alexandre, 1967

LAZY
David Byrne

I'm lazy when I'm loving
I'm lazy when I play
I'm lazy with my girlfriend, a thousand times a day
I'm lazy when I'm speakin’
I'm lazy when I walk
I'm lazy when I'm dancin’
I'm lazy when I talk

Open up my mouth
Air comes rushin’ out
Nothin’ doin’ nada never how you like me now?
Wouldn't it be mad, wouldn't it be fine
Lazy lucky lady dancin’ lovin’ all the time

(...)
Lazy when I work
Lazy all the day
Screamin’ all you like but it only fades away
I'm lazy when I'm prayin’
Lazy on the job
Gotta lazy mind, a lazy eye, a lazy lazy bod

Hard men, hard lives, hard keepin’ it all inside
Good times, good God, I'm so lazy I almost stop

Ohh , I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ohh, don't you want to save me?
(...)