Acordei submersa impotente naufragada

... como se me quisessem tirar (d)o mar

músicas que ouvirei sempre

«It's wet in the middle with a shell around it... it's called life». Bjork

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É possível a luz numa música.
É possivel um bom velho hábito regressar.
É possível o comboio incandescente.
É.

Em Omertà

«Para que nem tudo vos seja sonegado,
cultivai a surdina.
Eu fico em surdina.
Em surdina aparo
os utensílios,
em surdina me preparo
para morrer.
Amo, chut!, em surdina;
a minha vida,
nesga entre dois ponteiros, fecha-se
em surdina»

Uma Pedra ao Lado da Evidência, Sebastião Alba

(a minha última aquisição poética)

dos clichés

«Uma palavra que está sempre
na boca transforma-se em baba»

[Provérbio Burundi]

Waking up

Being Polar Being Polar Being

Lizzy Goldsmith, «Handprints»

Constatação

Ao fim de vários anos começo, finalmente, a sentir-me mais forte.

Remember me this way

«Our beautiful machine cuts corners, breaks the mold. It knows no borders, knows its place. It follows orders to the bottom line. Ecological, no CFC's, no waste - there's no pollution. You could eat it from the floor. It gives solutions, never lies. It fills the room with pornographic, ultraviolet, looming aphrodisiac. We live for pleasure - on our backs, go back into the room... Our beautiful machine beats nature, cleans her up, knows how to tame her. Finally we have a saviour, proudly smelling good. Evening's just a step away... Evening's just a snip away...»

«Below--»

«I never felt at Home — Below —-
And in the Handsome Skies
I shall not feel at Home — I know —
I don't like Paradise —

Because it's Sunday — all the time —
And Recess — never comes —
And Eden'll be so lonesome
Bright Wednesday Afternoons —

If God could make a visit —
Or ever took a Nap —
So not to see us — but they say
Himself — a Telescope

Perennial beholds us —
Myself would run away
From Him — and Holy Ghost — and All —
But there's the "Judgement Day"!»

´I Never Felt at Home - Below --`[Emily Dickinson]

feeling kind of fuzzy

~


«From a little shell
At the bottom of the sea
Was the Earth and the Moon
And the Sun around me
There is love, there is love
There is love
It’s a buzz, it’s a buzz
It’s a buzz
It’s the buzz, it’s the buzz
I wish I was
It’s a buzz, it’s a buzz
It’s a buzz»

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