Sunday, October 29, 2006



Amaram o amor urgente
As bocas salgadas pela maresia
As costas lanhadas pela tempestade
Naquela cidade
Distante do mar
Amaram o amor serenado
Das noturnas praias
Levantavam as saias
E se enluaravam de felicidade
Naquela cidade
Que não tem luar
Amavam o amor proibido
Pois hoje é sabido
Todo mundo conta
Que uma andava tonta
Grávida de lua
E outra andava nua
Ávida de mar

E foram ficando marcadas
Ouvindo risadas, sentindo arrepio
Olhando pro rio tão cheio de lua
E que continua
Correndo pro mar
E foram correnteza abaixo
Rolando no leito
Engolindo água
Rolando com as algas
Arrastando folhas
Carregando flores
E a se desmanchar
E foram virando peixes
Virando conchas
Virando seixos
Virando areia
Prateada areia
Com lua cheia
E à beira-mar


chico buarque
uma rechonchudinha brilhante




foto do noé

Friday, October 27, 2006

time of no reply



Summer was gone and the heat died down
And Autumn reached for her golden crown
I looked behind as I heard a sigh
But this was the time of no reply.

The sun went down and the crowd went home
I was left by the roadside all alone
I turned to speak as they went by
But this was the time of no reply.

The time of no reply is calling me to stay
There is no hello and no goodbye
To leave there is no way.

The trees on the hill had nothing to say
They would keep their dreams till another day
So they stood and thought and wondered why
For this was the time of no reply.

Time goes by from year to year
And no one asks why I am standing here
But I have my answer as I look to the sky
This is the time of no reply.

The time of no reply is calling me to stay
There`s no hello and no goodbye
To leave there is no way
.
nick drake
um fundo de maneio, autonomia superior a 25%







foto da Sarita simulator

Thursday, October 26, 2006

nick drake





Do you curse where you come from?
Do you swear in the night?
Will it mean much to you
If I treat you right?
Do you like what you’re doing?
Would you do it some more?
Or will you stop once and wonder
What you’re doing it for?
Hey slow, Jane, make sense
Slow, slow, Jane, cross the fence

Do you feel like a remnant
Of something that’s past?
Do you find things are moving
Just a little too fast?
Do you hope to find new ways
Of quenching your thirst?
Do you hope to find new ways of doing
Better than your worst?
Hey slow, Jane, let me prove
Slow, slow, Jane, we’re on the move

Do it for you
Sure that you would do the same for me one day
So try to be true
Even if it’s only in your hazey way

Can you tell if you’re moving
With no mirror to see?
If you’re just riding a new man
Looks a little like me?
Is it all so confusing?
Is it hard to believe?
When the winter is coming can you
Sign up and leave
Hey slow, Jane, clear your eye
Slow, slow, Jane, fly on by