domingo, 3 de maio de 2009

Favoritos da Lua


Ou "minions of the moon", para usar a expressão shakespereana.
Estaremos nós a fazer o suficiente para merecer os favores do astro prateado?
Como seremos nós capazes de fazer a viagem do sol para a noite e de volta ao dia sem nos perdermos no caminho, seremos nós mais Falstaff ou Prince Hal? Precisamos das duas dimensões (sempre a luta entre Apolo e Diónisos) para fazer o filme?
Olhei da minha janela para a lua crescente e ela respondeu-me com a sua habitual e imperturbável ambiguidade...


Tim Buckley - Song to The Siren

Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle
And you sang
Sail to me
Sail to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am
Here I am
Waiting to hold you

Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you hare when I was fox?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks,
For you sing, touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow:
O my heart, o my heart shies from the sorrow

I am puzzled as the newborn child
I am troubled at the tide:
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Should I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing, swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you:
Here I am, here I am, waiting to hold you


Sister Morphine - The Rolling Stones

Here I lie in my hospital bed
Tell me, sister morphine, when are you coming round again?
Oh, I dont think I can wait that long
Oh, you see that Im not that strong

The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ears
Tell me, sister morphine, how long have I been lying here?
What am I doing in this place?
Why does the doctor have no face?

Oh, I cant crawl across the floor
Ah, cant you see, sister morphine, Im trying to score

Well it just goes to show
Things are not what they seem
Please, sister morphine, turn my nightmares into dreams
Oh, cant you see Im fading fast?
And that this shot will be my last

Sweet cousin cocaine, lay your cool cool hand on my head
Ah, come on, sister morphine, you better make up my bed
cause you know and I know in the morning Ill be dead
Yeah, and you can sit around, yeah and you can watch all the
Clean white sheets stained red.

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