al green

stay forever

I, I'm so in love with you
Whatever you want to do is all right with me
Cause you make me feel so brand new
And I want to spend my life with you
Let me say that since, baby, since we've been together
Loving you forever is what I need
Oh let me be the one you come running to
I'll never be untrue
Oh let's, let's stay together
Lovin' you whether, whether
Times are good or bad, happy or sad, alright, oh yeah
Whether times are good or bad, happy or sad
Oh tell me why, why, why, why, why, why
Why people break up, turn around and make up
I can't see, you never, never, never do that to me
You better not do, staying around you is all I
All these eyes will ever see
Why won't you say that me, everybody says
That let's, let's stay together
Lovin' you whether, whether
Times are good or bad, happy or sad
Everybody says, "Let's, let's stay together
I'll keep on lovin' you whether, whether
Times are, oh times are good or times are bad
Whether, whether good or bad, happy or sad

fernando pessoa

Nunca amamos ninguém. Amamos tão-somente, a ideia que fazemos de alguém. É a um conceito nosso - em suma é a nós mesmos - que amamos. Isso é verdade a toda a escala do amor. No amor sexual buscamos um prazer nosso dado por intermédio de um corpo estranho. No amor diferente do sexual, buscamos um prazer nosso dado por intermédio de uma ideia nossa.

the jazzuel suspects

rui nunes

Este país, de onde não podes, nem isso, só os teus dedos ao longo de um cabelo empastado de brilhantina, ao longo do peito, das pernas, às vezes de uns lábios, gretados, mirrados, tira as mãos daí: dizem-te, e a tua mão afasta-se, mas ainda sente o calor intermitente da respiração, porra, quase não consigo respirar: dizem-te, e tu afastas ainda mais a mão. E ela fica no seu desamparo, Não sabes, nunca saberás. O outro agora finge dormir, tu olha-lo, a boca entreaberta, um pouco de ranho a escorrer-te do nariz, tão secos os olhos quase não se podem fechar,
- então?
perguntam.
Estremeces.
E tudo recomeça.

(ou, transigindo, de que lado passarás a morrer, a clarear)?

ray lamontagne

There may come a time, a time in everyones life
Where nothin seems to go your way
Where nothing seems to turn out right
There may come a time, you just can't seem to find your place
For every door you walk on to, seems like they get slammed in your face
That's when you need someone, someone that you can call.
And when all your faith is gone
Feels like you can't go on
Let it be me
Let it be me
If it's a friend that you need
Let it be me
Let it be me
Feels like your always commin on home
Pockets full of nothin and you got no cash
No matter where you turn you ain't got no place to stand
Reach out for something and they slap your hand
Now I remember all to well
Just how it feels to be all alone
You feel like you'd give anything
For just a little place you can call your own
That's when you need someone, someone that you can call
And when all your faith is gone
Feels like you can't go on
Let it be me
Let it be me

laurie anderson e lou reed

In our sleep as we speak
Listen to the drums beat
As we speak
In our sleep as we speak
Listen to the drums beat
In our sleep
In our sleep as we speak
Listen to the drums beat
As we speak
As we speak in our sleep
Listen to the drums beat
In our sleep
In our sleep as we speak
Listen to the drums beat
As we speak

herberto helder

Se eu quisesse, enlouquecia.
Sei uma quantidade de histórias terríveis.
Vi muita coisa, contaram-me casos extraordinários, eu próprio...
Enfim, às vezes já não consigo arrumar tudo isso.
Porque, sabe? acorda-se às quatro da manhã num quarto vazio, acende-se um cigarro...Está a ver?
A pequena luz do fósforo levanta de repente a massa das sombras, a camisa caindo sobre a cadeira ganha um volume impossível, a nossa vida...compreende? ... a nossa vida, a vida inteira, está ali como...como um acontecimento excessivo...
Tem de se arrumar muito depressa.
Há felizmente o estilo.
Não calcula o que seja?
Vejamos: o estilo é um modo subtil de transferir a confusão e violência da vida para o plano mental de uma unidade de significação.
Faço-me entender?
Não?
Bem, não aguentamos a desordem estuporada da vida.

sylvie guillem

roy ayers

da próxima estarei lá pra te ver

My life, my life, my life, my life in the sunshine, hey
Everybody loves the sunshine, ooh, ooh, sunshine, ooh yeah
Everybody loves the sunshine, yeah, sunshine, hey
Folks get down in the sunshine, ooh, ooh yeah
Sunshine, folks get brown in the sunshine, ooh
Just bees and things and flowers
Just bees and things and flowers, ooh
Just bees and things and flowers, yeah
Just bees and things and flowers, yeah
My life, my life, my life, my life in the sunshine, hey
Everybody loves the sunshine, ooh, hey, sunshine, yeah
Folks get down in the sunshine, ooh, ooh yeah
Sunshine, folks get down in the sunshine, ooh yeah
Sunshine, folks get brown in the sunshine, yeah
Feel, wanna feel, wanna feel, wanna feel
What I'm feeling in the sunshine, yeah
Feel, wanna feel, wanna feel, wanna feel
What I'm feeling, yeah, in the sunshine
Do what I do, what I do, what I do
What I'm doing, yeah, in the sunshine, sunshine, hey
Do what I do, what I do, what I do
What I'm doing, yeah, in the sunshine, ooh yeah