Mario Benedetti

Adioses

Siempre me entristecen los adioses

así fueran de santos o de crápulas

alguna vez yo los abandonaba

otras veces me abandonaban ellos

en pleno corazón tengo un catálogo

de los que allí pasaron una noche

de los que hicieron cola de aburridos

de los que en el amor se conmovieron

las despedidas saben a burbujas

que apenas duran / sólo las usamos

como una desazón efervescente

que emigra con los pájaros que emigran

qué pena / de las manos que he adiestrado

sólo una sabe decir adiós

y me presta su ayuda si me alejo

de tus ojos tus pechos y tus labios

Mario Benedetti., in “Insomnio y duermevelas”

estar perto ou estar longe é já não estar aqui

Uma historinha do Cruz...

... a nossa cruz de assim sermos homens e mulheres

Uma Historinha 

Foge Foge Bandido

primeira memória

na banheira a tomar banho

de imersão

com quatro anos

apenas elaborei

a pergunta:

mamã, porque

é que sempre que

vejo uma mulher nua a

minha pila cresce?

inocência

é quase como demência

doce demência

e agora esse gorila já não

dorme

eu e os meus amigos

temos fome

vamos como à caça pela rua

procurar sabor

para a nossa carne

crua

somos os messias do pénis

dentro dos nossos

armários vários

ele gosta de se vir na boca dela

ela gosta de levar uma estalada

ele espreita-as da janela

ela quer uma família

sexo anal pela manhã

ele gosta mesmo é da irmã

ela vê pornografia

e mesmo assim à luz do dia

os dois esperam uma vida sã

fui programado

para me vir

vou fazê-lo a sorrir
(vou fazê-la sorrir)

Like A Rolling Stone

Like A Rolling Stone
Bob Dylan

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you ?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but know you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

Misery Is A Butterfly

imagens do filme "À Bout de Souffle" de Godard (1959)


Misery Is A Butterfly
Blonde Redhead

Dearest Jane I should’ve known better
But I couldn’t say hello, I didn’t know why
But now I think, I think you were sad
Yes you were, you were, you were

What I say, I say only to you
Cause I love and I love only you
Dearest Jane, I want to give you a dream
That no one has given you

Remember when we found misery
We watched her, watched her spread her wings
And slowly fly around our room
And she asked for your gentle mind

Misery is a butterfly
Her heavy wings will warp your mind
With her small ugly face
And her long antenna
And her black and pink heavy wings

Remember when we found misery
We watched her, watched her spread her wings
And slowly fly around our room
And she asked for your gentle mind