Afastamento necessario em M
next round coming soon
novo sentido
novo dia,
o vento que sopra na face agora seca
reanima um olhar
aos detalhes esquecidos,
a vida e os seus pequenos nadas
que nos pertencem
absolutamente.

Dura
e bela
grenadina;
demasiadas perguntas para curto tempo
activar
motivar
enviar o riso em poemas
poemar
criar a proxima paragem,
sabendo do movimento constante das ondas
as minhas

Adormecer em cristal de dor
um redondo e estranho torpor
distante tão longínquo e tantas vezes incomensurávelmente triste,
voila
a morte anunciada
a morte recusada
porque a recusa é vida

deparamos de repente com um passar mais que tumultuoso dos dias
os dias em rapidez enorme
vagalhões que escarificam a vida
que se olvida
que se encolhe em modorra e tristeza
como reagir
como sorrir
sem ti?

Lean out your window, golden hair
I heard you singing in the midnight air
my book is closed, I read no more
watching the fire dance, on the floor
I've left my book, I've left my room
For I heard you singing through the gloom
singing and singing, a merry air
lean out the window, golden hair...

Golden Hair
Syd Barrett
(lyrics from James Joyce's "Chamber Music")

Amigo é coisa pra se guardar
Debaixo de 7 chaves,
Dentro do coração,
assim falava a canção que na América ouvi,
mas quem cantava chorou ao ver o seu amigo partir,
mas quem ficou, no pensamento voou,
com seu canto que o outro lembrou
E quem voou no pensamento ficou,
com a lembrança que o outro cantou.
Amigo é coisa para se guardar
No lado esquerdo do peito,
mesmo que o tempo e a distância, digam não,
mesmo esquecendo a canção.
O que importa é ouvir a voz que vem do coração.
Pois, seja o que vier,
venha o que vier
Qualquer dia amigo eu volto a te encontrar
Qualquer dia amigo, a gente vai se encontrar.

Milton Nascimento - Canção Da América

Darkness in the morning
Shadows on the land
Certain individuals
Aren't sticking with the plan

And I'm searching for a heart
Searching everyone
They say love conquers all
You can't start it like a car
You can't stop it with a gun

Leaving in the evening
Traveling at night
Staying inconspicuous
I'm staying out of sight

And I'm searching for a heart
Searching everyone
They say love conquers all
You can't start it like a car
You can't stop it with a gun

They tell me love requires a little standing in line
And I've been waiting for you, lover, for a long, long time
I've been pacing the floor
I've been watching the door
Meanwhile I'll keep searching for a heart

Searching high and low for you
Trying to track you down
Certain individuals
Have finally come around

And I'm searching for a heart
Searching everyone
They say love conquers all
You can't start it like a car
You can't stop it with a gun

They tell me love requires a little standing in line
And I've been waiting for you, lover, for a long, long time
I've been pacing the floor I've been watching the door
Meanwhile I'll keep searching for a heart
Searching everyone
They say love conquers all
You can't start it like a car

Warren Zevon
"Searching for A heart"

Because of you, M
because its you, setting my life on fire!...
... coming from nowhere.

Today again I am hardly myself.
It happens over and over.
It is heaven-sent.

It flows through me
like the blue wave.
Green leaves – you may believe this or not –
have once or twice
emerged from the tips of my fingers

somewhere
deep in the woods,
in the reckless seizure of spring.

Though, of course, I also know that other song,
the sweet passion of one-ness.

Just yesterday I watched an ant crossing a path, through the
tumbled pine needles she toiled.
And I thought: she will never live another life but this one.
And I thought: if she lives her life with all her strength
is she not wonderful and wise?
And I continued this up the miraculous pyramid of everything
until I came to myself.

And still, even in these northern woods, on these hills of sand,
I have flown from the other window of myself
to become white heron, blue whale,
red fox, hedgehog.
Oh, sometimes already my body has felt like the body of a flower!
Sometimes already my heart is a red parrot, perched
among strange, dark trees, flapping and screaming.


Reckless Poem
Mary Oliver