Quando me cruzo com ele num canto escuro da casa, as suas mãos esfomeadas devoram-me, encontrando por baixo da roupa apertada a carne em ebulição que o alimenta.
Na escuridão, o corpo animal, o instinto descontrolado e voracidade predadora. Na luz, a intensidade dos reflexos, a suavidade emocional e o carinho desmedido.
(Nesta época de frugalidade, é mesmo preciso escolher?)
Portrait de Paul Nougé, 1927
SMOKERS OUTSIDE THE HOSPITAL DOOR
Editors
Pull the blindfold down
So your eyes can't see
Now run as fast as you can
Through this field of trees
(...)
We've all been changed from what we were
Our broken hearts smashed on the floor
(...)
Someone turn[ed] me around
(...)
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Nuno a 24 de Março de 2008 às 12:05
Can you be true?
Can this possibly be real?
I knew quite suddenly
Do you sense how I feel?
I long to hear you whisper my name
'Til you tell me
"My Darling, you may be my man."
There will be days when you must go from my sight
There may be nights when clouds deny us starlight
Only time will tell us
I hope that it speaks gently if it isn't meant to be
Then again
By then we might not be listening so attentively
I will be there
If the days bring torments and trials
To close the distances only measured in miles
I long to hold you all through the night
And to tell you
"My Darling, you make everything seem right"
And then I'll hear you calling in my name
And I'll answer
"My Darling, I may be your man"
Elvis Costello | Can You Be True?
:-)
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