sábado, 13 de novembro de 2010

Belle




Another sunny day, I met you up in the garden
You were digging plants, I dug you, beg your pardon
I took a photograph of you in the herbaceous border
It broke the heart of men and flowers and girls and trees

Another rainy day, we’re trapped inside with a train set
Chocolate on the boil, steamy windows when we met
You’ve got the attic window looking out on the cathedral
And on a Sunday evening bells ring out in the dusk

Another day in June, we’ll pick eleven for football
We’re playing for our lives the referee gives us fuck all
I saw you in the corner of my eye on the sidelines
Your dark mascara bids me to historical deeds

Everybody’s gone you picked me up for a long drive
We take the tourist route the nights are light until midnight
We took the evening ferry over to the peninsula
We found the avenue of trees went up to the hill
That crazy avenue of trees, I’m living there still

There’s something in my eye a little midge so beguiling
Sacrificed his life to bring us both eye to eye
I heard the Eskimos remove obstructions with tongues, dear
You missed my eye, I wonder why, I didn’t complain
You missed my eye, I wonder why, please do it again

The lovin is a mess what happened to all of the feeling?
I thought it was for real; babies, rings and fools kneeling
And words of pledging trust and lifetimes stretching forever
So what went wrong? It was a lie, it crumbled apart
Ghost figures of past, present, future haunting the heart

sexta-feira, 12 de novembro de 2010

Fumaça

Continuo a espera,
de um sinal
que me derrube as lágrimas
que me inunde o peito
que me encha de vida

Continuo a vida
esperando

Continuo a vida
esperando

Sigo a sina da dura rotina
De achar outra rima
De brotar poesia
Na terra que a desilusão salgou

Espero dos céus um sinal de fumaça
um telefonema, um e-mail, um scrap
Qualquer coisa me faça chorar
Que rompa essa frieza dura
Dos dias em vão sem amar