Coucher avec Elle (Montand canta Desnos)

Coucher avec elle
Pour le sommeil, côte à côte
Pour les rêves parallèles
Pour la double respiration

Coucher avec elle
Pour l'ombre unique et surprenante
Pour la même chaleur
Pour la même solitude

Coucher avec elle
Pour l'aurore partagée
Pour le minuit identique
Pour les mêmes fantômes

Coucher, coucher avec elle
Pour l'amour absolu
Pour le vice et pour le vice
Pour les baisers de toute espèce

Coucher, coucher avec elle
Pour un naufrage ineffable
Pour se prostituer l'un à l'autre
Pour se confondre

Coucher avec elle
Pour se prouver et prouver vraiment
Que jamais n'a pesé sur l'âme
Et le corps des amants
Le mensonge d'une tâche originelle.

O cartaz que não ganhou (Joana Teixeira)

Vale o Festival

Leonard Cohen

Teachers


I met a woman long ago
her hair the black that black can go,
Are you a teacher of the heart?
Soft she answered no.
I met a girl across the sea,
her hair the gold that gold can be,
Are you a teacher of the heart?
Yes, but not for thee.
I met a man who lost his mind
in some lost place I had to find,
follow me the wise man said,
but he walked behind.
I walked into a hospital
where none was sick and none was well,
when at night the nurses left
I could not walk at all.
Morning came and then came noon,
dinner time a scalpel blade
lay beside my silver spoon.
Some girls wander by mistake
into the mess that scalpels make.
Are you the teachers of my heart?
We teach old hearts to break.
One morning I woke up alone,
the hospital and the nurses gone.
Have I carved enough my Lord?
Child, you are a bone.
I ate and ate and ate,
no I did not miss a plate, well
How much do these suppers cost?
We'll take it out in hate.
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I spent my hatred everyplace,
on every work on every face,
someone gave me wishes
and I wished for an embrace.
Several girls embraced me, then
I was embraced by men,
Is my passion perfect?
No, do it once again.
I was handsome I was strong,
I knew the words of every song.
Did my singing please you?
No, the words you sang were wrong.
Who is it whom I address,
who takes down what I confess?
Are you the teachers of my heart?
We teach old hearts to rest.
Oh teachers are my lessons done?
I cannot do another one.
They laughed and laughed and said, Well child,
are your lessons done?
are your lessons done?
are your lessons done?

registo Cartesiano

    Interditando-me as graças (porque de graças se tratam), calo o "graças a deus, sou ateu".
    E então é assim:
    Contados pelo mapa (à escala ) foram 5 km. Isto é, 5.000 metros, ou seja, para 1 bípede vulgar como me considero, 5.000 passos.
   Confirmado pela balança:: 5 kg.
    Façam as contas: ...é obra !
   O subjectivo é que suei, penei, pensei ( e muito), gozei ( como já não me lembrava), meninei (de mais).
   Tive pena, muita pena, de mim, de nós, porque me soube só, porque me soube rei (e se há coisas que não me encaixam nos cornos, são coroas... ).
  Cheguei a casa feliz, como só se pode ser feliz com as coisas simples ou indizíveis. Assim.

    Continuando com a filosofia, ficavamos assim (outra vez): onde  se vê um, apenas e deliberadamente, objecto, que se saiba (se grite se fôr caso disso), vida.
    Talvez na radical solidão encontremos a tão ansiada fraternidade.
   Muito meu, muito vosso...
   ... irremediavelmente!

Monty Python (para mim)

Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis?
Isn't it frightfully good to have a dong?
It's swell to have a stiffy.
It's divine to own a dick,
From the tiniest little tadger
To the world's biggest prick.
So, three cheers for your Willy or John Thomas.
Hooray for your one-eyed trouser snake,
Your piece of pork, your wife's best friend,
Your Percy, or your cock.
You can wrap it up in ribbons.
You can slip it in your sock,
But don't take it out in public,
Or they will stick you in the dock,
And you won't come back.