ajin - quer dizer olho em hebraico e também "nascente, fonte, poço"

james blake

James Blake covers Joni Mitchell's song

Just before our love got lost you said
"I am as constant as a northern star"
And I said "Constantly in the darkness
Where's that at?
If you want me I'll be in the bar"
On the back of a cartoon coaster
In the blue TV screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh Canada
With your face sketched on it twice
Oh you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you darling
Still I'd be on my feet
oh I would still be on my feet
Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid
I remember that time you told me you said
"Love is touching souls"
Surely you touched mine
'Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time
Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you darling
And I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet
I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your life
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said
"Go to him, stay with him if you can
But be prepared to bleed"
Oh but you are in my blood
You're my holy wine
You're so bitter, bitter and so sweet
Oh, I could drink a case of you darling
Still I'd be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

rubem fonseca

Um escrevia o nome da mulher amada com letras de macarrão
Enquanto a sopa esfriava no prato.
Outro era metade solidão e metade multidão.
Estou de olho neles.
Um andava com a espada sangrenta na mão.
Outro fingia que sentia o que de verdade sentia.
Este dizia que não cabe no poema o preço do feijão.
Estou de olho neles.
Este vê a vida como origem da sua inspiração.
A vida que é comer, defecar e morrer.
Todo o poeta é maluco. Estou de olho neles.
E também tem que ser maluco o pintor.
E o músico e o prosador.
A loucura é muito boa
Para todo criador.
Mesmo para os cozinheiros
Ou qualquer inventor.
Estou de olho neles.
É melhor ser capenga do que cego.
A poesia é uma sopa de pedra.
Cabe tudo dentro dela.

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nick drake

Betty came by on her way
Said she had a word to say
About things today
And fallen leaves.
Said she hadn't heard the news
Hadn't had the time to choose
A way to lose
But she believes.
Going to see the river man
Going to tell him all I can
About the plan
For lilac time.
If he tells me all he knows
About the way his river flows
And all night shows
In summertime.
Betty said she prayed today
For the sky to blow away
Or maybe stay
She wasn't sure.
For when she thought of summer rain
Calling for her mind again
She lost the pain
And stayed for more.
Going to see the river man
Going to tell him all I can
About the ban
On feeling free.
If he tells me all he knows
About the way his river flows
I don't suppose
It's meant for me.
Oh, how they come and go
Oh, how they come and go