segunda-feira, 31 de dezembro de 2007

2008....a saga continua

É incrível o poder de um novo o ano...

penso que seja porque as pessoas
marcam o ano novo como o começo de uma vida nova...
mais uma hipótese de fazer as coisas como deve ser
acho eu...
é estranho...
como uma data marcada por um homem num calendário há anos longíquos pode ter tanta influência na vida de pessoas...

na minha rua há foguetes e pessoas a apitar...
uma norme folia...
mais uma oportunidade de festejar...
afogar as mágoas do ano passado na bebida
e confessar os desejos para o ano vindouro no copo meio cheio...
(porque o ano está a começar
e temos de ser optimistas...)


ao bater das 12 badaladas,
enquanto toda a gente à minha volta comia passas
e pensava nos seus desejos eu comia pinhões...
confesso que não gosto de passas
daí os pinhões...
e este foi o primeiro ano, desde à muito,
em que pedi desejos com o contar das badaladas...
foram atabalhoados e confusos...
não sei porquê...

nem de pedir desejos,
nem da confusão em que os pedi....


desejos...

sei-os de cor e salteado e peço os mesmos todos os anos...
com pequenas variantes...
mas a essência é a mesma...

foi estranho...
desde há muito que no ano novo que mantenho uma tradição....
não dou voz a resoluções...
e aos desejos guardo-os no coração...

de qualquer maneira...
não sei porque havemos de tentar mudar no início do ano...
porque não noutra altura qualquer?

é giro no entanto...
ver as pessoas a comoverem-se...
a celebrar com pompa e circunstância a entrada para o dia 1 de janeiro...

um ano novo...
limpinho e pronto a estrear...

one more chance to get it right they say...
for me...
i fear that this year is just one more chance to mess things up...
anyway...
its not the destination
it's the journey...
its not the end
but the way we walk it...
so bring it on...

may this year be one hell of a year...
with lots of good stuff and not one piece of the bad stuff

happy new year
happy 2008!



sábado, 15 de dezembro de 2007

pretty good year

Tears on the sleeve of a man
Don't wanna be a boy today
Heard the eternal footman
Bought himself a bike to race

posso ser eternamente criança?
posso simplesmente continuar a acreditar nos outros?

And Greg he writes letters
And burns his CDs
They say you were something in those formative years

poderei confiar na bondade de um estranho
(ou-talvez-não-tão-estranho-assim-mais-como-um-velho-conhecido)
fechar os olhos e agarrar a mão que me estendem...
e dar aquele passo em frente?

Hold onto nothing
As fast as you can
Well still pretty good year


fi-lo tantas vezes que já não me lembro quantas...
coloquei eu mesma a venda sobre os meus olhos
e dei o passo em frente para o abismo...

Maybe a bright sandy beach
Is going to bring you back
May not so now you're off
You're gonna see America
Well let me tell you something about america
Pretty good year
Some things are melting now
Well what's it gonna take
Till my baby's alright


e acreditei tantas vezes nas nuvens debaixo dos meus pés...
que só dei pela queda quando estava no chão...

And Greg he writes letters with his birthday pen
Sometimes he's aware that they're drawing him in

Lucy was pretty

Your best friend agreed
Still Pretty good year


apesar de tudo...
i still believe...

a somewhat-quite-strange-and-little-painful-but-full-of-experiences-
and-friends-and-in-the-end-i-can-even-say-pretty good year...



quinta-feira, 6 de dezembro de 2007

mistake me...

Your heart is broken, and you don’t seem to mind
I guess it happened a little too many times, too many times
You try and you got tired, those long a brighten stories
You weald a fire right under the snow
They don’t they don’t
How could they really know
They don’t

We should not make the same mistake twice...
people are always saying that to me...

They don’t know how it really feels
They’re just on holidays
Like dummies filling landscapes
How could they see you cry?
Do you remember me?
I was the one that held you through
I held a spot light when you did that crazy dance
Dance with you
I felt like superstars do
Me and you
We're just like superstars

if you are smart...
you wont do the same mistake twice...

I was around you
You couldn’t really tell
I held you close while
While you drove, you just drove into hell
You know!
A kind of hurt that burns
A light that loves you blind
And while your feet go
They go deeper in the sand
You wave and drown
You rave to the crown that says

but there is not a chance of me doing the right thing...
of walking away...
without looking back

But they don’t know how really feels
They’re just here on holidays
Like dummies filling landscapes
How could they see you cry?
Do you remember me?
I was the one that held you through
I held a spot light when you did that crazy dance with me
Yeah you did that crazy dance
You did that crazy dance with me

if i remember well...
you didnt say anything more than the last time...
nothing was promised...
nothing was owed...


You did that crazy dance
You did that crazy dance
You did that crazy dance
You did that crazy dance
You did that crazy dance
You did that crazy dance
You did that crazy dance

i still remember the sound of my heart breaking in a thousand pieces
in rythm with your voice...
i dont recall anything changing from then...
not even a single note of our ancient melody...



and yet...
that smile...

Coz they don’t know how it feels

They’re just here on holidays
Like dummies filling landscapes
How could they see us cry?
Do you remember me?
I was the one that held you through
I held a spot light when you did that crazy dance to me
As I dance whith you
I felt like superstars do
Me and you
We felt like superstars
Me and you

Me and you
why do i always do the same mistake endless times?

sábado, 1 de dezembro de 2007

spitting games.....

I broke into your house last night
And left a note at your bedside
I'm far too shy to speak to you at school
You leave me numb and i'm not sure why

estou cansada...

I find it easier to sit and stare
Than push my limbs out toward your right
My heart is bursting in your perfect eyes
As blue as oceans and as pure as skies

assim a meios que desapontada...

I struggle for the words and then give up
My heads up with the birds on the t-hut
A little piece of mind that i know better
Than the plain disgrace of all my letters

a modos que um pouco perdida...

After that the floodgates opened up
And i fell in love with everyone i saw
Take your time i'm not in any rush

e não sei muito bem o que fazer

Its not as if i need the extra weight
Confused enough by life so thanks a lot
Lonely written words for company

para que este miasma de inércia saia de mim...
para que este sentimento de não pertença
de tristeza que se cola e pega a mim...
parta...
levando o meu coração com ele...
Just raise the roof this once and follow me.

odeio sentir-me assim...
incapaz...
parada...
esquecida...
confusa...
tão tão confusa...