preciso de uma coisa tão banal como sentar-me à beira dos meus gatos, pegar num livro, pensar nos amigos com quem não estou, beber um chá ao som de tindersticks ou de spain, escrever um poema, desarrumar um pouco mais a estante dos cds, depois a dos livros, desfazer a cama para dormir - em vez de deitar-me sem ter tido sequer tempo de a fazer -, sair para a tarde e fotografar janelas...acordar sem esta sensação de que o dia vai chegar demasiado cedo ao fim e que nem consegui respirar-lhe a luz.


preciso de (sobre)viver.

Pavel Banka

Preciso disto. Um poema a preto e branco. E inclinar o corpo para o voo. A minha geografia é simples. São as mãos a roerem a terra. A cavarem palavras na linha enviesada onde árvores bebem de esguelha a noite e a lua e o uivo das janelas batidas pelo vento.
Neste tempo, todos os lugares são demasiado longe daqui. E eu quero ficar perto.

Era domingo. Anoitecia. E a cidade... nada mais que um braço a crescer ao longo do rio.

Quem muitos burros toca, algum tem que deixar para trás. O meu pai sempre gostou muito de educar segundo este provérbio. Devia ter-lhe dado mais ouvidos...

And she was...

Toto Frima


And she was lying in the grass
And she could hear the highway breathing
And she could see a nearby factory
She's making sure she is not dreaming
See the lights of a neighbor's house
Now she's starting to rise
Take a minute to concentrate
And she opens up her eyes

The world was moving and she was right there with it (and she was)
The world was moving she was floating above it (and she was) and she was

And she was drifting through the backyard
And she was taking off her dress
And she was moving very slowly
Rising up above the earth
Moving into the universe
Drifting this way and that
Not touching ground at all
Up above the yard

She was glad about it... no doubt about it
She isn't sure where she's gone
No time to think about what to tell them
No time to think about what she's done
And she was

And she was looking at herself
And things were looking like a movie
She had a pleasant elevation
She's moving out in all directions


Joining the world of missing persons (and she was)
Missing enough to feel alright (and she was)

Talking Heads, And she was...