junho 13, 2005
Boa Noite. Eu vou com as aves.
Impetuoso, o teu corpo é como um rio
onde o meu se perde.
Se escuto, só oiço o teu rumor.
De mim, nem o sinal mais breve.
Imagem dos gestos que tracei,
irrompe puro e completo.
Por isso, rio foi o nome que lhe dei.
E nele o céu fica mais perto.
Eugénio de Andrade
junho 04, 2005
Where do the rockets find planets
Where do the dreams of babies go
'Cause you know they're all so good
And they're also gone so fast
Where is the night so warm and so strange
That no one is afraid of themselves
Pick, pick up, dig, dig out those weeds
Out of your happy-go-lucky fields of such polluted thinking
Where do the rockets find planets
Where are the dreams of the babies going
'Cause you know they're all going fast
Take, take as much as you can
'Cause you know it's going so fast
You know it's so good.
Where are the many mountains so brave
That they do not explode over everyone
Pick, pick up, dig, dig out those weeds
Out of your happy-go-lucky field
Of such polluted thinking
Where do the rockets find planets
Where do the rockets find planets
Where are the dreams of babies going
'Cause you know they're all good
Rockets, Cat Power