às vezes me dá uma vontade...


De Amore y de Casualidad
letra y música: Jorge Drexler

Tu madre tiene sangre holandesa,
yo tengo el pelo sefaradí,
somos la mezcla de tus abuelos,
y tu, mitad de ella y mitad de mí.

El padre de tu madre es de Cádiz.
Mi padre se escapó de Berlín.
Yo vengo de una noche de enero,
tu vienes de una siesta en Madrid.

Tu madre vino aquí desde Suecia,
la mía se crió en Libertad.
Tu madre y yo somos una mezcla,
igual que tú, de amor y de casualidad,
igual que tú, de amor y de casualidad.

Tu madre tiene los ojos claros,
yo un tatarabuelo de Brasil,
yo soy del sur, de Montevideo,
y tu mitad de allá y mitad de aquí.

En este mundo tan separado
no hay que ocultar de donde se es,
pero todos somos de todos lados,
hay que entenderlo de una buena vez.

Tu madre se crió en Estocolmo,
la mía al sur de Tacuarembó;
tu madre y yo vinimos al mundo,
igual que tú, porque así lo quiso el amor,
igual que tú, porque así lo quiso el amor.

Será que isso afugenta esses comments fantasmas?

Too Real
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Don't want to see what all these people see
They all seem lost with what they've found
Don't want to hear what all these people hear
It seems to tell them there's no sound
Don't want to fight who all these people fight
It's only truth that's been denied
Does it feel too real
When everything you've learnt to love seems to change?
Does it feel too real
When everything you love to fear seems the same?
Don't want to waste away my life-savings
Too many feelings left to save
No need to talk about the other side
We learn to live our happy lives
It's so good, you see- just another day
Learn to savour all the same
Does it feel too real
When everything you've learnt to love seems to change?
Does it feel too real
When everything you love to fear seems the same?
Do you turn out the lights so you don't have to see yourself?
Do you turn out the lights so you don't have to see yourself?
Do you turn out the lights so you don't have to see yourself?
Does it feel too real
When everything you've learnt to love seems to change?
Does it feel too real
When everything you love to fear seems the same?
Does it feel too real
When everything you've learnt to love seems to change?
Does it feel too real
When everything you love to fear seems the same?
Does it feel too real?

Awake
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Wanna feel what I touch
Wanna find what was lost
Wanna be kind
As you see every curse
And in a dream it'll work
Now you'll feel tied
Wanna praise with this life
And conceal without lies
I just need time
Wanna fight every need
Every push every string
Will you stand by?
I've been awake through the wrong decisions
I've held the ground now I'm gaining soul
I bit my tongue through the cold realizations
I've been accused but I've only begun
Wanna speak what I've seen
Wanna reach what I've dreamed
Wanna be kind
Wanna seal what I've cut
Wanna hear without rush
Wanna ease time
With your hand on your loss
Our scene truly cost
No one told you
And we grew from the day
Into night I'm ashamed
I will join you
I've been awake through the wrong decisions
I've held my ground now I'm gaining soul
I bit my tongue through the cold realizations
I've been accused, but I've only begun
Take me on, take me on
I've been awake, shaking to a rage
I've been awake, shaking to a rage
In the end only once
All you need is a touch
Wanna see love
Every thought you'll be shown
Every act will be known
I defend you
We'll awake every sound
Every chance I'll be found
I'll be with you
To the end now you come
Show your hands to the ones
To behold you
I've been awake through the wrong decisions
I've held my ground now I'm gaining soul
I've held my tongue through the cold realisations
I've been accused, but I've only begun
Take me on, take me on
I've been awake, shaking to a rage
(Take me on, take me on)
I've been awake, shaking to a rage

só o iTunes me entende.

Sapato Novo

Los Hermanos

Composição: Marcelo Camelo

Bem, como vai você?
Levo assim calado de lá
tudo que sonhei um dia
como se a alegria
recolhesse a mão
pra não me alcançar

Poderia até pensar
que foi tudo sonho
ponho meu sapato novo
e vou passear
sozinho como der
eu vou até a beira
besteira qualquer
nem choro mais
só levo a saudade morena
é tudo que vale a pena

"Mobile Clubbing, an event in which participants armed with AA batteries and headphones show up in a pre-arrange place and dance to their favourite tunes. Passers by are confronted by an unexpected, unexplained and seemly spontaneous party, uncertain where the event begins and ends, who is participating and who an innocent bystander. (...) Mobile Clubbing has parallels with the flash mob phenomenon, in which large groups of people mobilised by e-mail suddenly materialise in a public place, act out according to some loose instructions, and then melt away as quickly as they formed".

www.mobile-clubbing.com

Porque nem o marketing, nem a imbecilidade tem limites.

doble

Dois Barcos

Los Hermanos

Composição: Marcelo Camelo

Quem bater primeira dobra do mar
Dá de lá bandeira qualquer
Aponta pra fé e rema

É, pode ser que a maré não virir
Pode ser do vento vir contra o cais
E se já não sinto teus sinais
Pode ser da vida acostumar

Será, Morena
Sobre estar só, eu sei

nos mares por onde andei
devagar dedicou-se, mas
o acaso a se esconder
E agora o amanhã, cadê?

Doce o mar, perdeu no meu cantar

Só eu sei
nos mares por onde andei
devagar dedicou-se, mas
o acaso a se esconder
E agora o amanhã,
cadê?

Don de Fluir

Jorge Drexler

Composição: Jorge Drexler

Los dos parlantes afuera,
la música en el balcón
cayendo por la vereda
en sonoro borbotón.
Alguien me acerca un trago,
alguien me quiere hablar,
yo sólo quiero que mires
mientras te miro girar.

Llevás el cabello suelto
y sandalias en los pies,
tu vestidito violeta
cabe todo en una nuez.
Alguien me hace preguntas,
alguien me ofrece fumar,
a todo digo que sí
con tal de verte bailar.

Sólo quiero verte bailar
sólo quiero verte bailar
quisiera verte girando, girando,
mirándome mirar.

Soy aquel tipo callado
con aires de intelectual
que te mira de costado
sólo por disimular.
"gracias, pero no, no bailo,
quizás la próxima vez,
tengo torpes las rodillas
y tú veloces los pies"

Sólo quiero verte bailar
sólo quiero verte bailar
quisiera verte girando, girando,
mirándome mirar.

Porque bailas,
como quien respira,
con un antiguo don de fluir...
Bailas,
y parece tan fácil
como dejar el corazón latir..

Los dos parlantes afuera,
la música en el balcón
cayendo por la vereda
en sonoro borbotón..
"Los músicos no bailamos,
ya habrás oído decir,
gracias de todos modos
y gracias por insistir".

Sólo quiero verte bailar
sólo quiero verte bailar
quisiera verte girando, girando,
mirándome mirar.

Porque bailas,
como quien respira,
con un antiguo don de fluir.

Pelos amores que acabam.

For No One
Beatles


Your day breaks, your mind aches
You find that all the words of kindness linger on
When she no longer needs you

She wakes up, she makes up
She takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry
She no longer needs you

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years!

You want her, you need her
And yet you don't believe her when she said her love is dead
You think she needs you

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years!

You stay home, she goes out
She says that long ago she knew someone but now he's gone
She doesn't need him

Your day breaks, your mind aches
There will be time when all the things she said will fil your head
you won't forget her

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years!

Eu quero a vida assim.

Samba e amor

Chico Buarque /1969

Eu faço samba e amor até mais tarde
E tenho muito sono de manhã
Escuto a correria da cidade, que arde
E apressa o dia de amanhã

De madrugada a gente ainda se ama
E a fábrica começa a buzinar
O trânsito contorna a nossa cama, reclama
Do nosso eterno espreguiçar

No colo da bem-vinda companheira
No corpo do bendito violão
Eu faço samba e amor a noite inteira
Não tenho a quem prestar satisfação

Eu faço samba e amor até mais tarde
E tenho muito mais o que fazer
Escuto a correria da cidade, que alarde
Será que é tão difícil amanhecer?

Não sei se preguiçoso ou se covarde
Debaixo do meu corbertor de lã
Eu faço samba e amor até mais tarde
E tenho muito sono de manhã

Esse aqui é um bom momento desse blog:

http://despropositado.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_despropositado_archive.html

O resto não tem muita graça.

Que é aquilo ali?

cough, cough, cough

cheio de pó aqui.

vamo arrumar. liga o som aí.