"Adeus... não afastes os teus olhos dos meus..." (a song by David Fonseca)

"Quando dormes... e te esqueces... o que vês? Tu quem és?
Quando eu voltar... o que vais dizer?
Vou sentar... no meu lugar...

Adeus!... não afastes os teus olhos dos meus!...
Isolar para sempre... este tempo... é tudo o que tenho... para dar!

Quando acordas... por quem chamas tu?
Vou esperar... eu vou ficar... nos teus braços!
Eu vou conseguir... fixar... o teu ar... a tua surpresa!...?

Adeus... não afastes os teus olhos... dos meus...
Eu vou agarrar este tempo... e nunca mais largar!

Adeus! Não afastes os teus braços... dos meus!
Vou ficar para sempre neste tempo.. eu vou... vou conseguir pará-lo.
Vou conseguir... pará-lo... parar!

Vou conseguir... parar... vou conseguir...

Adeus... não afastes os teus olhos dos meus!
Vou ficar para sempre neste tempo...
Eu vou conseguir pará-lo...
Eu vou conseguir guardá-lo...
Eu vou conseguir... ficar."

"Nunca" (a poem by Rosa de Melo)

Uma ilha
e um quarto nela
O cão deitado
aos pés
A areia dormindo
cegando

Olhos rasos de cortinas
ao alto
P
a
r
e
d
e
s

Águas dançantes
as lambem
Beijam...
...não...
...beijam

Repetidamente... ondas.

Uma ilha
e tantas outras:

Cão...
Águas...
Cortinas...
Paredes...

Um quarto
Ninguém está
...Só.

The End.

Ive had an awful dream tonight... and I believe something died inside me, that cant be brought "back"... im sorry, but I must go and take care of my heart... so... this will be the end for me:

"A second time, to have him near again--
A paper image to lay against her heart
The way she laid his letters, till they grew warm
And seemed to give her warmth, like a live skin
But it is she who is paper now, warmed by no one"

In "Widow", by Sylvia Plath



PS. Sabem quem é que também morreu ontem de noite... em Lisboa? O Peixe-Lua do Oceanário... sigh.

"Some say love"... lyrics by Amanda Mcbroom

Some say love... it is a river... that drowns... the tender reed...
Some say love... it is a razer... that leaves... your soul to bleed...

Some say love... it is a hunger... an endless aching need...
I say love... it is a flower... and you... it's only seed...

It's the heart... afraid of breaking... that never... learns to dance...
It's the dream... afraid of waking... that never... takes the chance...
It's the one... who won't be taken... who can... not seem to give?
And the soul... afraid of dying... that never... learns to live!?

When the night... has been too lonely... and the road... has been too long...
And you think... that love is only... for the lucky... and the strong?

Just remember... in the winter... far beneath... the bitter snow... lies the seed... that with the sun's love ... in the spring... becomes... the *ROSE*!:)

*Blissful Hands* (a french poem)

This is something I wrote a few years back... at this lesbian site:
www.shoe.org (my nick was "peel")

"Je veux bien... tiens!
Mes mains sont à toi aussi...

Regardes le soleil là bas... lui te souvient rien?
Peut être ton souris?
Oh... et les mains... *sigh*
(le *soupire* toujours petit)
Mais je l'ais promis!
Mon amour... je reviens!

Je te donnerai du plaisir,
s'il te plairait à toi aussi?
S’il nous voudrait... ma petite chérie,
Tes mains dans les miennes...
Toujours les illusions reviennent :):)

Mais ne sourit pas encore...
Mon coeur... il est à tout à vis aussi mort...
Mais je reviendrais... je t’ais promis!

Tandis que ça nous arrive... je vous an prie:
Apprivoise moi toi aussi...
...dedans ton *souris-soupir*!:)"

peel


Note!
"hands" (mains) in portuguese is a 'féminin' word... im not sure if they are 'masculin' in french though? i'd rather see them as 'femme'!;)

*By fumbling I died, not falling I’ve loved* (one more poem...by "me")

"I fumble on your skin
I kiss you deep
all over-
tracing words in promises
over forms of inspiration
asking love how you feel

Not so calm-
I second guess both breathings
rising up your chest
heaving down my lips
I find thy
I find me
through dark voids-
each touch holds us back

You tense & rise
you clench in me
you feel you free
you fall for senseless
locked in both elations
falling from my edge
stretching arms in rest

Fear widens your eyes
filled with my perpetuity
as you implore reflection
to hold you close perfection-

hold you ‘til the day breaking
hold you ‘til the world ending
hold you ‘til your heart stays
hold you ‘til my words lie
tighter than your own
liar than two stones
skin weeping hearts
wrapped around these bones

‘Till you moan your enamoured reprieve
searching for the voice
laying for the dove
telling me you’ve loved
the bleeding of my move

Later-
Searching for retreats
to ever deny the moment
of rushing all those streams
if only you’d forget
pleasures you can’t regret
years after-
claming your innocence
long before my absence
you may ever dream-

Over themes that never happened."


Note!
This poem was written "fifty-fifty" with another shoe girl... www.shoe.org


Lx, Julho 06

*Global Globe*

Ajuda-me minha flor! A tua cor é mais forte que a minha luz.

Desperdicei toda a minha voz a encantar-te, enquanto fugia dos outros. A torrada que comeste, a música que ouviste, aquele chá que bebemos as duas... haviam duas cadeiras brancas que cercaram tudo isso.
As cadeiras forma lacradas na tinta azul. Fui dizer-lhes que te esperava de novo. Onde está a minha outra metade?

O globo de vidro que comprei, para te simbolizar na minha mente, ainda aqui está ao meu lado. Já há mais coisas que me lembram de ti, do que aquelas que me afastam. Já foram mais os meses maus, que os meses que passámos em conversas com deus.
Porque aceitaste a minha flor, se não era para ser verdade o amor? Não posso crer no que dizes, apenas aquilo que sinto. Sempre me segui por isto.

Vamos duas a duas, a bicicleta pode levar mais do que uma. Disseram-me para seguir o caminho da Índia, para pedir ajuda à serpente e voltar à vida perdida... Vou dar o resto por isto.
Tenho dores de estômago, já devolvi mais um gato, não consegui ressuscitar a cerejeira, será que a raiz também já vai insegura?

O epílogo deste amor, vai ser vivido numa noite escura. Noite sem lua. A minha aura vai estar quase sem mais nada, num outro lance de escada... por um envelope que ficou esquecido, vou voltar atrás de bicicleta. O teu carro sem luz, vai cruzar e chocar comigo. Um encontro forçado, uma conversa puxada, um jantar oferecido, depois um carinho sentido.

Na noite sem lua das bruxas, vai haver um buraco negro que nos suga às duas... numa noite de amor.

Lx., 14 Agosto 2010
(ed. a 3 Set.2010)

Lyrics by Sarah Mclachlan (Terms)

I knew you wanted to tell me...
In your voice there was something wrong?
But if you would turn... your face away from me,
You cannot tell me you’re so strong?

Just let me ask of you... one small thing?
As we've shared so many tears...
With fervor our dreams... we planned a whole life long!
Now are scattered on the wind...

Chorus
In the terms of endearment
In the terms of the life that you love
In the terms of the years that pass you by
In the terms of the reasons why

Through the years I’ve grown to love you...
Though your commitment... to most would offend,
But I stuck by you! holding on with my foolish pride...?!
Waiting for you... to give in...

You never really tried... or so it seems?
I’ve had more than myself to blame... (!?)
I’ve had enough of trying everything!
And this time... it is the end...

Chorus

There’s no more coming back... this way!
The path is overgrown... and strewn with thorns!
They’ve torn the life-blood... from your naked eyes!?
Cast aside... to be forlorn...

Chorus

Funny, how it seems that... all I’ve tried to do... seems to make no difference... to you... at all... and yet... I've tried... oh... I try...

"Horses" by Tori Amos

"Beauty Queen - Horses"

Hey Hey
She's a Beauty Queen
My sweet bean bag in the street
Take it
Down out to the laundry scene
Don't know why she's in my hand
Can't figure what it is
But I lie again

I got me some horses
To ride on
To ride on
They say that your demons
Can't go there
So I got me some horses
To ride on
To ride on
As longs as your army
Keeps perfectly still
And maybe I'll find me a sailor
A tailor
And maybe together
We'll Make mother well
So I got me some horses
To ride on
To ride on
As long as you army
Keeps perfectly still
You showed me the meadow
And Milkwood
And Silkwood
and you would if I would
But you never would
So I chased down your posies
Your pansies in my hosies
Then opened me hands
And they were empty then

Off with Superfly
Sniffing a Sharpie pen
Honey it's Bill and Ben
Off with Superfly
Counting your bees
Oh me honey like
One two three
The camera is rolling
It's easy like
One
Two
Three

And if there is a way to find you
I will find you
But will you find me if Neil
Makes me a tree
an afro
a pharaoh
I can't go
You said so
And threads that are golden
Don't break easily
So I got me some horses
To ride on
To ride on

You say that your demons
Can't go there
So I got me some horses
To ride on
To ride on
As long as your army
Keeps perfectly still
Keeps perfectly still
Keeps perfectly still

"Tricky-did"

Im just addicted to this SOUND & Lyrics!
(by Tricky)


Tricky:one-two one-two
huh, one-two one-two one-two
d:mikecheck
Tricky:that won't front
braggin' on the stunts
coke in ya nose
d:coke in ya nose
Tricky:knock out ya gold fronts

that won't front
braggin' on your stunts
coke in ya nose
knock out ya gold fronts (with d)
Here comes the Nazarene
look good in that magazine
Haile Selassie
they look after i
god will recieve us
got me like jesus
god will recieve us
got me like jesus (with d)
mary magdalaine
that'd be my first sin
being with this temptress
d:yeahhhh

Tricky: it's a mongrel rage
it's a new age
as long as you're humble
let you be the king of jungle
we run everything
always and ever
has been has been
heard there's german-jamaicans
with twisted faces
same as it ever was
tell me what the race is (with d)
it's surreal
they're not real
i put them on their places
d:yeahhhhh

Tricky:they used to call me tricky-kid
i lived the life they wished they did
Lived the life, don't own a car
and now they call me superstar

d:tell'm where you at baby ahhhh!
Tricky:they used to call me tricky-kid
i lived the life they wished they did (with d)
i lived the life don't own a car
and now they call me superstar (with d)
are you disturbed? i'll be with..
everybody wants to know what my momma did
i'll tell you everything
i'll tell you lies
look deep into my mongrel eyes

d:tell me what you see
tell me what you see
tell me what you see
when you look into these mongrel eyes... ahhhh!

Tricky:that won't front
braggin' on the stunts
coke in ya nose
knock out ya gold fronts (with d)
Here comes the Nazarene
look good in that magazine (with d)
Haile Selassie
they look after i
god will recieve us
got me like jesus
mary magdalaine
that'd be my first sin
being with this temptress
d:wahhhhhhh

it's a mongol rage
it's a new age
as long as ya humble
let ya be the king of jungle
we run everything
always and ever
has been has been

d:tell me what you see...
Tricky:heard there's german-jamaicans
with twisted faces
d:faces
Tricky:same as it ever was
d:same as it ever was
Tricky:tell me what the race is
it's surreal
they're not real
i put them by their places
d:see it
Tricky:they used to call me tricky-kid (with d)
i lived the life they wished they did (with d)
Lived the life, don't own a car
and now they call me superstar (with d)
are you disturbed? i'll be with..
everybody wants to know what my momma did

i'll tell you everything
i'll tell you lies
look deep into my mongrel eyes
everybody wants a record deal
and everybody wants a...
and everybody wants a record deal
d:fuck it the deal
Tricky:everybody wants to be naked and famous
d:naked and famous
Tricky:and everybody wants to be naked and famous
d:naked and famous
Tricky:and everybody wants to be just like me
i'm the kid
and famous (with d)

d:check it
Tricky:they used to call me tricky-kid
i lived the life they wished they did
i lived the life don't own a car
but now they call me superstar (with d)
are you disturbed? i'm on with..
everybody wants to know what my momma did

i'll tell you everything
i'll tell you lies
look deep into these mongrel eyes (with d)
d:check it
what do you see?
Tricky:if you test and turn the tables
We're gonna get in, smoke up (with d)

and we're starting to unturn your label (with d)
and everybody who got a record deal
and everybody wants to be naked and famous
everybody's got a record deal
and everybody wants to be naked and famous
d:naked and famous

Tricky:everybody wants to be just like me
i'm the kid
and famous (with d)
ha ha
and everybody wants a record deal
d:everybody
Tricky:and everybody just wants to be like me
i'm the kid
and famous (with d)
and famous

that won't front
braggin' on the stunts
and coke in ya nose
knock out ya gold fronts (with d)
Here comes the Nazarene
you look good in that magazine
Haile Selassie
they look after i
god will recieve us
got me like jesus
mary magdalaine
that'd be my first sin
being with this temptress
d:ahhhhhhhh
Tricky:being with this temptress

it's a mongrel rage
it's a new age
as long as ya humble
let ya be the king of jungle
we run everything
always and ever
has been has been
d:same as it ever was
Tricky:we run everything
always and ever
has been has been
d:same as it ever was
Tricky:heard there's german-jamaicans
with twisted faces
same as it ever was
tell me what the race is
it's surreal
they're not real
i'm gonna put them on their places

d:hey, check
Tricky:we run everything
always and ever
has been has been
d:yeahhhhh
Tricky:we run everything
always and ever
has been has been
d:tell'm where...
Tricky:heard there's german-jamaicans
with twisted faces
same as it ever was
tell me what the race is (with d)
it's surreal
they're not real
i-i put them where their place is

they used to call me...
d:what'd they call you, what they call you
Tricky:they used to call me
d:tricky-kid tricky-kid
Tricky:they used to call me tricky-kid (with d)
i lived the life they wished they did (with d)
d:tricky-kid tricky-kid
Tricky:they used to call me tricky-kid (with d)

i lived the life they wished they did (with d)
Lived the life, don't own a car
and now they call me superstar (with d)
i lived the life
d:you lived the life tricky-kid
(fade out)