maría gómez lara

Sempre um temporal
fazia com que nos agarrássemos aos joelhos
ou que corrêssemos
era a morte a aproximar-se
e a abrir caminho
porque não havia remédio
Cada um por si
cada um com o seu medo ou o seu valor
cada um com os seus ossos com a sua sombra
cada um enterrado no seu olho de furacão
embora
para o deter
não bastem já
duas mãos

mário cesariny

 Sonho um barco em naufrágio, e um mar tão fundo que a descida do abismo é lentidão sem fim. Os afogados, no castelo da proa ou subidos aos mastros, interrogam sem resultado o seu novo horizonte. Desce-se? Sobe-se? Ou simplesmente oscilam? Alguns, mais ansiosos, experimentam lançar-se desde o mastro grande, todo obscuridade, para o caos sereno e azul que envolve tudo. Mas o gesto é inútil: permanecem pairando, o corpo em cruz, até que voltam ao ponto de par...tida. Outros propõem remar. E entretanto descem lentamente o abismo.

philip glass

para aqueles que não conseguem dormir

pascal quignard

tous les matins du monde sont sans retour

andrei tarkovsky

What nobody seems to understand is that love can only be one-sided... no other love exists...in any other form it is not love. If it involves less than total giving, it is not love.

pensamento do dia

na escuridão da noite perco-me e não sei quem sou

lambchop

The clerk smiled as she saw
The same nut pick up
A personal size grocery basket
And head down aisle two
She smiled because periodically
This guy would return
With his basket full of glade
Lock and hold room freshener and deodorizer
It's a deodorizer that works
On the same principle as a bug bomb
Simply push down on a button
And it fills the room with a scented fog
The man would buy only about
Five or six cans at a time
He'd been coming in for about five weeks now
Sometimes he would come in twice a week
He seemed like a normal guy
He was kind of balding in his mid thirties
Wearing a black leather jacket
And he was always so damn dusty
Something soft about his features
[Incomprehensible] makeup but it was really just dust
He paid with a twenty and said thank you and left
The man returned home
He took the glade from the worthless little plastic sack
He placed one on the rug, one on the end table
One on the window sill, one under the TV
One by the air conditioner
This might seem unusual
Except for the fact that his entire apartment
Was just filled with them
Every room on every surface
He figured he had about sixty of them in all
Each one's nozzle's poised at the ready
He sighed and opened a beer
He started to push down the lock
And hold buttons on the canisters
Slowly filling the room
Working his way from the dining room into the den
Each room filling with a multi-scented fog
Desert bloom, evergreen
Misty rose, fresh lemon
Regular and unscented
Potpourri, wild oak, petunia
Ocean mist, musk, hazel wood
Irish nights, sandal wood, rain forest
Country kitchen, natural prevention
Orange blossom, Indian summer
And holiday candle
Calmly he sat on the couch
Spilt his beer and closed his eyes
Calmly he sat on the couch
Spilt his beer and closed his eyes

mia couto

Tens medo de fazer amor comigo?
- Tenho - respondeu ele.
- Por eu ser preta?
- Tu não és preta.
- Aqui, sou....
- Não, não é por seres preta que eu tenho medo.
- Tens medo que eu esteja doente...
- Sei prevenir-me.
- É porquê, então?
- Tenho medo de não regressar. Não regressar de ti.

sintra