Poesia de garagem, música, descrições e indiscrições. Um blog tardio mas que nasceu de sete meses, angustiadinho e agora com algumas revisões gramaticais.

terça-feira, 15 de dezembro de 2009

Two-headed boy - Neutral Milk Hotel

Two-headed boy
All floating in glass
The sun it has passed
Now it's blacker than black
I can hear as you tap on your jar
I am listening to hear where you are
I am listening to hear where you are

Two-headed boy
Put on Sunday shoes
And dance round the room to accordion keys
With the needle that sings in your heart
Catching signals that sound in the dark
Catching signals that sound in the dark
We will take off our clothes
And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine
And when all is breaking everything that you could keep inside
Now your eyes ain't moving now
They just lay there in their clouds

Two-headed boy
With pulleys and weights
Creating a radio played just for two
In the parlor with a moon across her face
And through the music he sweetly displays
Silver speakers that sparkle all day
Made for his lover who's floating and choking with her hands across her face
And in the dark we will take off our clothes
And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine
And when all is breaking everything that you could keep inside
Now your eyes ain't moving now
They just lay there in their clouds

Two-headed boy
There is no reason to grieve
The world that you need is wrapped in gold silver sleeves
Left beneath Christmas trees in the snow
And I will take you and leave you alone
Watching spirals of white softly flow
Over your eyelids and all you did
Will wait until the point when you let go


sábado, 5 de dezembro de 2009

Pandeeiro

Rio sozinho
O sangue drenado das cavidades do pau acompanha com desvelo o apagar do cigarro
Nada como uma pequena morte pra nos livrar da tona
Onde se ouve ritmo, leia-se distração
O limo vai juntando na esquina do joelho
E estalo os ossos no contratempo do pulso
Esticando num sofá
Cerebrinho roto
Na teima de classificar cada segundo de vida
Perde o belo aleatório
Do pseudo-silêncio
Jazz de pandeiro no escuro que antecipa a tal aurora
Ralhando baixinho
Maldizendo a estrela mais próxima
Que tenta suturar as pontas perdidas em manhã


A verdade é fosca como o fim do gozo
É, ainda que não queira que saibamos
E quem não olhar bem, vai ver
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