change (aka " O Retorno da Alma) an experimental *poem* by me.

"O Retorno Da Alma"

Ninguem muda naquilo que é.
Porque na muda, o ser de si proprio, deixou de ser... no ser que era: a essencia.
O melhor de nós ao mundo, é a tentativa individual de adaptação.
O não adaptado, extinguiu-se... darwin?
A essencia da vida... vive, nasce, morre... com... nosco.
A essencia na vida... é ser una, simples... unica?
Mudar é morrer na unicidade de deus.
Adapta-te o mais possivel.
O exterior é mutavel.
... mas o interior... a deus pertence... é teu.... ateu?
Guarda-o, resguarda-o, protege-o com unhas e dentes!
Abraça longe, todos aquel@s que quiserem transformar-te... num seu sonho...
E o teu?
Atreve-te a dizer não ao mais amado... ou um dia vais ver-te acordado... a abraços num pesadelo meu: a alma sem retorno.


Lx. 19-20jan2011

Playing along... the poker life & sigh!

So... here's a song, by that living lady goddeesssssssss--- gaga! The best thing on stage...since... sigh... I dont know? Elvis?lol ;)


Poker Face Lyrics:

"Mum mum mum mah, Mum mum mum mah
I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas Plays
Fold em' let em' hit me raise it baby stay with me
(I love it)
Love game intuition play the cards with Spades to start
And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart

Oh, oh oh oh oh, o-o-o-o-o-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, oh oh oh oh, o-o-o-o-o-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Can't read my, Can't read my
No he can't read-a my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)
Can't read my, Can't read my
No he can't read-a my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-Fuck Her face (Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-Fuck Her face (Mum mum mum mah)

I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be
A little gambling is fun when you're with me
(I love it)
Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when it's love if its not rough it isn't fun, fun

Oh, oh oh oh oh, o-o-o-o-o-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, oh oh oh oh, o-o-o-o-o-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Can't read my, Can't read my
No he can't read-a my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)
Can't read my, Can't read my
No he can't read-a my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)

P-p-p-Poker face, p-p-Fuck Her face (Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-Poker face, p-p-Fuck Her face (Mum mum mum mah)
I won't tell you that I love you, Kiss or hug you
Cause I'm bluffin' with my muffin
I'm not lying I'm just stunnin', with my love-glue-gunning
Just like a chick in the casino
Take your bank, before I pay you out
I promise this, promise this
Check this hand, cause I'm marvelous!


Can't read my, Can't read my
No he can't read-a my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)
Can't read my, Can't read my
No he can't read-a my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)
Can't read my, Can't read my
(...)
Can't read my, Can't read my
No he can't read-a my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)
Can't read my, Can't read my
No he can't read-a my poker face
(she’s got to love nobody)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-Fuck Her face (Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker her face, p-p-Fuck Her face (Mum mum mum mah"


PS. .... sigh... except for my sweet Pina Bausch... of course... i still cant believe she died?!?? she was the one, that manage to put dance in words for me!

Did u ever read her things? You should try this book called "Pina Bausch: Teatro dell'Esperanza, Danza della Vitta" (in Portuguese is called: "Falem-me de Amor"!lol none to do with the original title, go figure?)... still... its just amazing stuff!:)

But I simply cant believe it she is dead, u know?
I used to have this dream... one day, I would do an "audiction"/dance for "her"... with her company...sigh... and i when i thought to be so closed to it... she died.

I dont know... she did a show on a sunday evening... and a few days later was dead?! Dancers dont die like this? Our body can resist to so much... how could this be? Was it suicide? no one says... She didi smoke a lot.... lung cancer maybe? Still... I cant believe it.... and i'll never will believe her to be "gone".

So... I guess this is some sort of...mmmm.... "late tribute" to this SUPER human-WOMAN, that made me undertsand in spirit... my love for dance in "place" (=body).! :))))

Im sure that, if she and Lady Gaga would have ever met, on a stage somewhere... it would've been simply explosive!!!!!lol

May u be dancing with some crazy *angels* up there... sweet Pina:)
While we KEEP ON DANCING... still... "down here" too!

Sandy

Black Rook in Rainy Weather" by Sylvia Plath

On the stiff twig up there
Hunches a wet black rook
Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain-
I do not expect a miracle
Or an accident

To set the sight on fire
In my eye, nor seek
Any more in the desultory weather some design,
But let spotted leaves fall as they fall
Without ceremony, or portent.

Although, I admit, I desire,
Occasionally, some backtalk
From the mute sky, I can't honestly complain:
A certain minor light may still
Lean incandescent

Out of kitchen table or chair
As if a celestial burning took
Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then --
Thus hallowing an interval
Otherwise inconsequent

By bestowing largesse, honour
One might say love.
At any rate, I now walk
Wary (for it could happen, even in this dull, ruinous landscape)
Sceptical, yet politic, ignorant

Of whatever angel any choose to flare
Suddenly at my elbow.
I only know that a rook
Ordering its black feathers can so shine
As to seize my senses, haul
My eyelids up, and grant

A brief respite from fear
Of total neutrality.
With luck,
Trekking stubborn through this season
Of fatigue,
I shall patch together a content
of sorts.

Miracles occur.

If you care to call those spasmodic
Tricks of radiance
Miracles.
The wait's begun again,
The long wait for the angel,

For that rare, random descent.

Life, death and the change that never ends...

Forget not yet the tried intent'

'Forget not yet, forget not this,
How long ago hath been, and is,
The mind that never meant amiss.
Forget not yet.

Forget not yet thine own approved,
The which so long hath thee so loved,
Whose steadfast faith yet never moved:
Forget not this.'

by Sir Thomas Wyatt