Jewels
31.10.10
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soneto do amor e da morte
quando eu morrer murmura esta canção
que escrevo para ti. quando eu morrer
fica junto de mim, não queiras ver
as aves pardas do anoitecer
a revoar na minha solidão.
quando eu morrer segura a minha mão,
põe os olhos nos meus se puder ser,
se inda neles a luz esmorecer,
e diz do nosso amor como se não
tivesse de acabar, sempre a doer,
sempre a doer de tanta perfeição
que ao deixar de bater-me o coração
fique por nós o teu inda a bater,
quando eu morrer segura a minha mão.
Vasco Graça Moura
16.10.10
And so she woke up
Woke up from where she was
Lying still
Said I gotta do something
About where we're going
Step on a steam train
Step out of the driving rain, maybe
Run from the darkness in the night
Singing Ha, Ah La La La De Day
Ah La La La De Day
Ah La La De Day
Sweet the sin
Bitter taste in my mouth
I see seven towers
But I only see one way out
You got to cry without weeping
Talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice
You know I took the poison
From the poison stream
Then I floated out of here
Singing...Ha La La La De Day
Ha La La La De Day
Ha La La De Day
She runs through the streets
With her eyes painted red
Under black belly of cloud in the rain
In through a doorway she brings me
White gold and pearls stolen from the sea
She is raging
She is raging
And the storm blows up in her eyes
She will...
Suffer the needle chill
She is running to stand
Still.
10.10.10
Meu amor, meu amor
Meu amor meu amor
meu corpo em movimento
minha voz à procura
do seu próprio lamento.
Meu limão de amargura meu punhal a escrever
nós parámos o tempo não sabemos morrer
e nascemos nascemos
do nosso entristecer.
Meu amor meu amor
meu nó e sofrimento
minha mó de ternura
minha nau de tormento
este mar não tem cura este céu não tem ar
nós parámos o vento não sabemos nadar
e morremos morremos
devagar devagar.
José Carlos Ary dos Santos
60`s
You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are
You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard Saint-Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do
But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
I've seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does
When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pins
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan on your back and on your legs
And when the snow falls you're found in Saint Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don't
But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
Your name, it is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, a-ha-ha-ha
They say that when you get married
It'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn
Where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-born tags, so they try
So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do
I know where you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
'Cause I can look inside your head
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