:-)

estou a ouvir stairway to heaven

I stay away

saída de um album igualmente brutaal

Yeah, hey, I want to travel south this year
I won't, won't prevent safe passage here

Why you act crazy?
Not an act maybe
So close a lady
Shifty eyes, shady

Yeah, hey Yeah, tears that soak a callous heart

Why you act frightened?
I am enlightened
Your weakness builds me, so someday you'll see

I stay away

Why you act crazy?
Not an act maybe
So close a lady
Shifty eyes, shady

I stay away, I stay away, I stay away, I stay away

What an album!

and what a fuckin second album! (twelve gracious melodies!)

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

...

Just breathe :)

Yes I understand that every life must end...
As we sit alone, I know someday we must go...
I'm a lucky man to count on both hands
The ones I love...

Some folks just have one
Others they got none...

Stay with me
Let's just breathe

Practiced are my sins
Never gonna let me win...
Under everything, just another human being...
I don't wanna hurt, there's so much in this world to make me bleed...

Stay with me
You're all I see

Did I say that I need you?
Did I say that I want you?
If I didn't I'm a fool you see
No one knows this more than me
As I come clean

I wonder everyday
As I look upon your face...
Everything you gave
And nothing you would take...
Nothing you would take
Everything you gave

Did I say that I need you?
Did I say that I want you?
If I didn't I'm a fool you see
No one knows this more than me
As I come clean

Nothing you would take
Everything you gave
Hold me 'till I die
Meet you on the other side

Se meteste a pata na poça...

Não há motivo para te importunar

"Não há motivo para te importunar a meio da noite, como não há leite no frigorífico,
nem um limite traçado para a solidão doméstica.

tudo desaparece. Nada desaparece.
tudo desaparece antes de ser dito.

e tu queres dormir descansada.
tens direito a um subsídio de paz.
se escrever um poema, esse não é motivo para te importunar.
eu escrevo muitos poemas e tu trabalhas de manhã cedo.

toda a gente sabe que a noite é longa.
não tenho o direito de telefonar para te dizer isso,
apesar dessa evidência me matar agora.

e morro, mas não morro.

se morresse, perguntavas: porque não me telefonaste?
se telefonasse, perguntavas: sabes que horas são?

Ou não atendias.

e eu ficava aqui.
com a noite ainda mais comprida, com a insónia,
com as palavras a despegarem-se dos pesadelos."


José Luís Peixoto