A invasão da saudade.

A saudade de ti entra por todos os lados, cantos e buracos.
Quando estou bebendo água ela entra,
Pois lembro de como você é transparente e límpida.
Quando escuto Bob Dylan ela também entra,
Pois desordena como seu sorriso.
Quando sinto o cheiro de uma fruta fresca também,
Pois o cheiro maravilhoso faz lembrar o seu cheiro que acalma e afaga.
Quando tateio meu travesseiro ela insiste em entrar,
Pois há lugar mais especial de nos encontrarmos que não seja no sonho?
Quando vejo a floresta aí que ela me toma completamente,
Pois a floresta é o lugar que idealizo viver, assim como em seus abraços.

Escrito para Larissa em 01/09/2010.

(Pituca).

I once loved a girl, her skin it was bronze ...

Ballad in Plain D
(Bob Dylan)


I once loved a girl, her skin it was bronze.
With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn.
I courted her proudly but now she is gone,
Gone as the season she's taken.

Through young summer's breeze, I stole her away
From her mother and sister, though close did they stay.
Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day,
With strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us.

Of the two sisters, I loved the young.
With sensitive instincts, she was the creative one.
The constant scapegoat, she was easily undone
By the jealousy of others around her.

For her parasite sister, I had no respect,
Bound by her boredom, her pride to protect.
Countless visions of the other she'd reflect
As a crutch for her scenes and her society.

Myself, for what I did, I cannot be excused,
The changes I was going through can't even be used,
For the lies that I told her in hopes not to lose
The could-be dream-lover of my lifetime.

With unknown consciousness, I possessed in my grip
A magnificent mantelpiece, though its heart being chipped,
Noticing not that I'd already slipped
To a sin of love's false security.

From silhouetted anger to manufactured peace,
Answers of emptiness, voice vacancies,
Till the tombstones of damage read me no questions but, "Please,
What's wrong and what's exactly the matter?"

And so it did happen like it could have been foreseen,
The timeless explosion of fantasy's dream.
At the peak of the night, the king and the queen
Tumbled all down into pieces.

"The tragic figure!" her sister did shout,
"Leave her alone, God damn you, get out!"
And I in my armor, turning about
And nailing her to the ruins of her pettiness.

Beneath a bare light bulb the plaster did pound
Her sister and I in a screaming battleground.
And she in between, the victim of sound,
Soon shattered as a child 'neath her shadows.

All is gone, all is gone, admit it, take flight.
I gagged twice, doubled, tears blinding my sight.
My mind it was mangled, I ran into the night
Leaving all of love's ashes behind me.

The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet.
The words to say I'm sorry, I haven't found yet.
I think of her often and hope whoever she's met
Will be fully aware of how precious she is.

Ah, my friends from the prison, they ask unto me,
"How good, how good does it feel to be free?"
And I answer them most mysteriously,
"Are birds free from the chains of the skyway?"

I Want You ...

Guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
Silver saxophone say I
I should refuse you
Cracked bells and washed out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
It's not that way
I wasn't born to lose you

I want you
I want you
I want you
So bad
Honey, I want you

Drunken politician leaps
Under the streets where mothers weep
Saviours lying fast asleep
They wait for you
And I wait for them to interrupt me
Drinking from my broken cup
And ask for me
To open up the gate for you

I want you
I want you
I want you
So bad
Honey, I want you

All my fathers, they've gone down
True love, they live without it
And all their daughters, they still put me down
Because I don't think about it

I returned to the Queen of Spades
Talked with my chambermaid
She knows that I'm not afraid to look at her
She's good to me
There's nothing she doesn't see
She knows where I would rather be
But that doesn't matter

I want you
I want you
I want you
So bad
Honey, I want you

Dancing child with his shiny suit
He spoke to me, I took his flute
No, I wasn't that cute to him
Was I?
I did it all because
He lied
Because he took you for a ride
Because time was on his side
Because I want you
I want you
I want you
So bad
Honey, I want you

All I Really Want To Do

I aint lookin to compete with you,
Beat or cheat or mistreat you,
Simplify you,classify you.
All I really want to do
Is,baby,be friends with you.

No,and I aint lookin to fight with you,
Frighten you or tighten you,
Drag you down or drain you down,
Chain you down or bring you down.
All I really want to do
Is,baby,be friends with you.

I aint lookin to block you up,
Shock or knock or lock you up,
Analyze you,categorize you,
Finalize you or advertise you.
All I really want to do
Is,baby be friends with you.

I dont want to straight-face you,
Race or chase you,trick or trace you,
Or disgrace you or displace you,
Or define you or confine you.
All I really want to do
Is,baby,be friends with you

I dont want to meet your kin,
Make you spin or do you in,
Or select you or disect you,
Or inspect you or reject you.
All I really want to do
Is,baby,be friends with you

I dont want to fake you out,
Take or shake or forsake you out,
I aint lookin for you to feel like me,
See like me or be like me.
All I really want to do
Is,baby,be friends with you.

Don't Think Twice, It's All Right

It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by now
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It'll never do somehow
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on
Don't think twice, it's all right

It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin' anyway
So don't think twice, it's all right

So it ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
Like you never done before
It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
I can't hear you any more
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' walking down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice, it's all right

I'm walkin' down that long, lonesome road, babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
But goodbye's too good a word, babe
So I'll just say fare thee well
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's all right

4th Time Around.

When she said,
"Don't waste your words, they're just lies,"
I cried she was deaf.
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes,
Then said, "What else you got left?"
It was then that I got up to leave
But she said, "Don't forget,
Everybody must give something back
For something they get."

I stood there and hummed,
I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.
And she buttoned her boot,
And straightened her suit,
Then she said, "Don't get cute."
So I forced my hands in my pockets
And felt with my thumbs,
And gallantly handed her
My very last piece of gum.

She threw me outside,
I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked.
And after finding I'd
Forgotten my shirt,
I went back and knocked.
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it,
And I tried to make sense
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
That leaned up against . . .

Her Jamaican rum
And when she did come, I asked her for some.
She said, "No, dear."
I said, "Your words aren't clear,
You'd better spit out your gum."
She screamed till her face got so red
Then she fell on the floor,
And I covered her up and then
Thought I'd go look through her drawer.

And, when I was through
I filled up my shoe
And brought it to you.
And you, you took me in,
You loved me then
You didn't waste time.
And I, I never took much,
I never asked for your crutch.
Now don't ask for mine.

A dor.

Por que vocês fazem isso com o mundo?
Vocês acabaram com a dignidade.
Todos são tratados como putas.
O Valdemir já não pode mais descansar.
Todas as manhãs 5 horas o dever escroto.
Será que o rapaz não merece sonhar?
Será que está fadado a esta labuta enfadonha?
Ele me contou com tristeza quando veio para cá.
Gostaria de vê-lo em sua terra com seus familiares.
O que o trouxe para cá foi o que trouxe milhares.
O sonho que poucos realizarão.
Ele tem sonhos. Puros e inocentes.
É um ser humano vivo. Sim! Vivo!
Podemos observar a alegria, apesar das adversidades.
Até quando o maldito capital destruirá.
Até quando?
Vou até lá para acabar com isso.
Vou para origem. Tenho certeza.
Os homens não são mercadorias.
Não queremos mais ser transportados.
Se podemos pegar o atalho, pergunto-me:
Por que a estrada dolorosa?
Quantos vão e vem neste momento?
Esse frio que dói.
As marquises são o abrigo.
Todos somos um corpo.
Caso meu fígado não funcione,
todos os outros órgãos ficarão comprometidos.
Caso uma pessoa esteja sofrendo não existirá felicidade.
Tudo e todos somos um.
Essa unicidade é eterna.
Essa desarmonia é passageira.

Saia do meu caminho.

Saia do meu caminho
Belchior

Saia do meu caminho, eu prefiro andar sozinho
Deixem que eu decido a minha vida.
Não preciso que me digam, de que lado nasce o sol
Porque bate lá o meu coração.

Sonho e escrevo em letras grandes de novo
pelos muros do país.
João, o tempo, andou mexendo com a gente sim.
John, eu não esqueço, a felicidade é uma arma quente
Queeeeeente, queeeeeente....

Saia do meu caminho, eu prefiro andar sozinho
Deixem que eu decido a minha vida.
Não preciso que me digam, de que lado nasce o sol
Porque bate lá o meu coração.

Sob a luz do teu cigarro na cama,
Teu rosto rouge, teu batom me diz
João, o tempo andou mexendo com a gente sim
John, eu nao esqueço(oh no, oh no), a felicidade é uma arma quente,
Queeeeeente, queeeeente.....

Blowin' In The Wind ...

Blowin' In The Wind
Bob Dylan
Composição: Bob Dylan

How many roads must a man walk down,
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail,
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes and how many times must cannonballs fly,
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

Yes and how many years can a mountain exist,
Before it's washed to the seas (sea)
Yes and how many years can some people exist,
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes and how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretend that he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Yes and how many times must a man look up,
Before he can see the sky?
Yes and how many ears must one man have,
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes and how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind