Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Monday, December 21, 2015
a beautiful mind
a beautiful mind
a beautiful mind
alone with golden eyes
and to fly dreamless
with sharps claws
across rivers and rocks
half lazy half hungry
in ever careful evasion
of hunters and traps
a beautiful mind
and no companion
to shield against
this winter's wind
a cruel beast
dancing with clouds
carrion in its beak
no more memory
of its deserted nest
it is just there
no need to look
for any meaning there
pilgrim beware
do not turn nor stumble
walk and keep ahead
evade the shadow of wings
Saturday, December 19, 2015
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
Tiago Bettencourt e Carminho - X
X
Eu queria mais altas as estrelas,
Mais largo o espaço, o Sol mais criador,
Mais refulgente a Lua, o mar maior,
Mais cavadas as ondas e mais belas;
Mais amplas, mais rasgadas as janelas
Das almas, mais rosais a abrir em flor,
Mais montanhas, mais asas de condor,
Mais sangue sobre a cruz das caravelas!
E abrir os braços e viver a vida:
- Quanto mais funda e lúgubre a descida,
Mais alta é a ladeira que não cansa!
E, acabada a tarefa... em paz, contente,
Um dia adormecer, serenamente,
Como dorme no berço uma criança!
Florbela Espanca
Uma voz na pedra ,António Ramos Rosa
Uma voz na pedra
Não sei se respondo ou se pergunto.
Sou uma voz que nasceu na penumbra do vazio.
Estou um pouco ébria e estou crescendo numa pedra.
Não tenho a sabedoria do mel ou a do vinho.
De súbito ergo-me como uma torre de sombra fulgurante.
A minha ebriedade é a da sede e a da chama.
Com esta pequena centelha quero incendiar o silêncio.
O que amo não sei. Amo em total abandono.
Sinto a minha boca dentro das árvores e de uma oculta nascente.
Indecisa e ardente, algo ainda não é flor em mim.
Não estou perdida, estou entre o vento e o olvido.
Quero conhecer a minha nudez e ser o azul da presença.
Não sou a destruição cega nem a esperança impossível.
Sou alguém que espera ser aberto por uma palavra.
Sou uma voz que nasceu na penumbra do vazio.
Estou um pouco ébria e estou crescendo numa pedra.
Não tenho a sabedoria do mel ou a do vinho.
De súbito ergo-me como uma torre de sombra fulgurante.
A minha ebriedade é a da sede e a da chama.
Com esta pequena centelha quero incendiar o silêncio.
O que amo não sei. Amo em total abandono.
Sinto a minha boca dentro das árvores e de uma oculta nascente.
Indecisa e ardente, algo ainda não é flor em mim.
Não estou perdida, estou entre o vento e o olvido.
Quero conhecer a minha nudez e ser o azul da presença.
Não sou a destruição cega nem a esperança impossível.
Sou alguém que espera ser aberto por uma palavra.
Amélia Muge - "Entre o deserto e o deserto" do álbum "Não sou daqui" (2007)
Entre o deserto e o deserto
numa viagem sem destino
procuras a água e o vinho
nenhuma pista nenhum signo
vivo de pouco ou de nada
sem nunca ter um lugar
sempre a insónia mais branca
e a sede de um novo ar
escurece já o olvido
e é noite quando amanhece
nenhum barco traz aquela
por quem a escrita se tece
talvez esteja perdido
como um náufrago na areia
talvez me reste a canção
e o vento que desenleia
Entre o deserto e o deserto
Entre o deserto e o deserto
nothing to:meditation when drunk
i have nothing to say.
i am like nobody.
nobody lives in a washing machine.
nobody is me and i am nobody.
nobody must be somebody
but somebody will go.
somebody will die,
nobody will live forever,
turning and turning,
i have nothing to say.
nothing is not here nor there.
nothing is not nothing
but nothing is in words.
you can see nothing,
you can feel nothing,
so nothing is something.
listen to the wind.
i want to throw somebody
into the sky, high on nothing
and nobody.
somebody lives in the fire,
my heart swims on the river,
my soul flies above the clouds,
i close my skin and i oscillate,
synchronicity with birds' wings,
i rise and i sink.
i breathe.
i am nobody.
i have no heart,
i have no soul.
nobody lives in a washing machine.
nobody smiles tonight.
the mind is liquid,
nothing and all find space
in the sea of the night.
shadows are fishes,
frogs do not croak in winter.
who then is God,
he is nothing,
she is everything,
but no thing is God.
there is no thing,
and nothing is not nothing,
nobody is nobody.
God lives in a washing machine.
maybe.
i am like nobody.
nobody lives in a washing machine.
nobody is me and i am nobody.
nobody must be somebody
but somebody will go.
somebody will die,
nobody will live forever,
turning and turning,
i have nothing to say.
nothing is not here nor there.
nothing is not nothing
but nothing is in words.
you can see nothing,
you can feel nothing,
so nothing is something.
listen to the wind.
i want to throw somebody
into the sky, high on nothing
and nobody.
somebody lives in the fire,
my heart swims on the river,
my soul flies above the clouds,
i close my skin and i oscillate,
synchronicity with birds' wings,
i rise and i sink.
i breathe.
i am nobody.
i have no heart,
i have no soul.
nobody lives in a washing machine.
nobody smiles tonight.
the mind is liquid,
nothing and all find space
in the sea of the night.
shadows are fishes,
frogs do not croak in winter.
who then is God,
he is nothing,
she is everything,
but no thing is God.
there is no thing,
and nothing is not nothing,
nobody is nobody.
God lives in a washing machine.
maybe.
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Monday, December 14, 2015
Chuang Tsu, quote
Now I am going to tell you something.
There is a beginning. There is no beginning of the beginning. There is no beginning of that no beginning of beginning. There is something. There is nothing. There is something before the beginning of something and nothing, and something before that. Suddenly there is something and nothing, I still don’t really know which is something and which nothing. Now, I’ve just said something, but I don’t really know whether I’ve said anything or not.
― Chuang-Tsu
(stolen on google+ : quoted by Ferdinand O)
Nothing Is Sin - The Tiger Lillies
sin is not to be defined outside one's own perception:
we must know for ourself, our selves.
we must know for ourself, our selves.
Crosby Nash BBC - Song With No Words Teach Your Chi (3 of 5)
nice song after a night of these rare nightmares, being chased around a Souk, having bad sex with a strange woman who asked weird questions and trying to escape, not making it to my flight home, hitting a taxidriver in desperation and getting immediately arrested by police somewhere in North Africa, waking up each hour, always hunted and haunted.
then, after, in the morning having seen a dentist with bloody bad news for next year:
still, not a bad day :-)
and as said: lovely song
then, after, in the morning having seen a dentist with bloody bad news for next year:
still, not a bad day :-)
and as said: lovely song
Sunday, December 13, 2015
Joni Mitchell - River
Its coming on christmas
Theyre cutting down trees
Theyre putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
But it dont snow here
It stays pretty green
Im going to make a lot of money
Then Im going to quit this crazy scene
I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I made my baby cry
He tried hard to help me
You know, he put me at ease
And he loved me so naughty
Made me weak in the knees
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
Im so hard to handle
Im selfish and Im sad
Now I've gone and lost the best baby
That I ever had
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
Oh I wish I had a river
I made my baby say goodbye
It's coming on christmas
Theyre cutting down trees
Theyre putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
Saturday, December 12, 2015
The Tiger Lillies ~ Release Me
from Hamlet, 2012
there had been times in my life when i could feel this.
i am happy i could walk out of this.
i like to be alive in all ways and now.
the moments and times of clouded consciousness
i have to accept as i cannot change the weather
but in my imagination and soul.
there had been times in my life when i could feel this.
i am happy i could walk out of this.
i like to be alive in all ways and now.
the moments and times of clouded consciousness
i have to accept as i cannot change the weather
but in my imagination and soul.
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Monday, December 7, 2015
Alanis Morissette - Everything (lyrics)
not about "pretty enough" face or "nice enough" voice:
text...
I can be an asshole of the grandest kind
I can withhold like it's going out of style
I can be the moodiest baby, and you've never met anyone
Who is as negative as I am sometimes
I am the wisest woman you've ever met
I am the kindest soul with whom you've connected
I have the bravest heart that you've ever seen, and you've never met anyone
Who is as positive as I am sometimes
You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can't relate
And you're still here
I blame everyone else, not my own partaking
My passive aggressiveness can be devastating
I'm terrified and mistrusting and you've never met anyone
Who is as closed down as I am sometimes
You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can't relate
And you're still here
What I resist, persists, and speaks louder than I know
What I resist, you love, no matter how low or high I go
I'm the funniest woman that you've ever known
I am the dullest woman that you've ever known
I'm the most gorgeous woman that you've ever known, and you've never met anyone
Who is as everything as I am sometimes
You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can't relate
And you're still here
text...
I can be an asshole of the grandest kind
I can withhold like it's going out of style
I can be the moodiest baby, and you've never met anyone
Who is as negative as I am sometimes
I am the wisest woman you've ever met
I am the kindest soul with whom you've connected
I have the bravest heart that you've ever seen, and you've never met anyone
Who is as positive as I am sometimes
You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can't relate
And you're still here
I blame everyone else, not my own partaking
My passive aggressiveness can be devastating
I'm terrified and mistrusting and you've never met anyone
Who is as closed down as I am sometimes
You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can't relate
And you're still here
What I resist, persists, and speaks louder than I know
What I resist, you love, no matter how low or high I go
I'm the funniest woman that you've ever known
I am the dullest woman that you've ever known
I'm the most gorgeous woman that you've ever known, and you've never met anyone
Who is as everything as I am sometimes
You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can't relate
And you're still here
Friday, December 4, 2015
Thursday, December 3, 2015
Robert Wyatt - Sea Song
You look different every time you come
From the foam-crested brine
Your skin shining softly in the moonlight
Partly fish, partly porpoise, partly baby sperm whale
From the foam-crested brine
Your skin shining softly in the moonlight
Partly fish, partly porpoise, partly baby sperm whale
Am I yours? Are you mine to play with?
Joking apart, when you're drunk, you're terrific when you're drunk
I like you mostly late at night, you're quite alright
But I can't understand the different you in the morning
Joking apart, when you're drunk, you're terrific when you're drunk
I like you mostly late at night, you're quite alright
But I can't understand the different you in the morning
When it's time to play at being human for a while please smile
You'll be different in the spring, I know
You're a seasonal beast like the starfish that drift in with the tide
So until your your blood runs to meet the next full moon
You'll be different in the spring, I know
You're a seasonal beast like the starfish that drift in with the tide
So until your your blood runs to meet the next full moon
You're madness fits in nicely with my own
Your lunacy fits neatly with my own, my very own
We're not alone
Your lunacy fits neatly with my own, my very own
We're not alone
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
As once the winged energy of delight, R.M.Rilke
As once the winged energy of delight
carried you over childhood's dark abysses,
now beyond your own life build the great
arch of unimagined bridges.
Wonders happen if we can succeed
in passing through the harshest danger;
but only in a bright and purely granted
achievement can we realize the wonder.
To work with Things in the indescribable
relationship is not too hard for us;
the pattern grows more intricate and subtle,
and being swept along is not enough.
Take your practiced powers and stretch them out
until they span the chasm between two
contradictions...For the god
wants to know himself in you.
~no wonders, i finished with them~
carried you over childhood's dark abysses,
now beyond your own life build the great
arch of unimagined bridges.
Wonders happen if we can succeed
in passing through the harshest danger;
but only in a bright and purely granted
achievement can we realize the wonder.
To work with Things in the indescribable
relationship is not too hard for us;
the pattern grows more intricate and subtle,
and being swept along is not enough.
Take your practiced powers and stretch them out
until they span the chasm between two
contradictions...For the god
wants to know himself in you.
~no wonders, i finished with them~
Earth, isn't this what you want?, R.M.Rilke
Earth, isn't this what you want?
To arise in us, invisible?
Is it not your dream, to enter us so wholly
there's nothing left outside us to see?
What, if not transformation,
is your deepest purpose? Earth, my love,
I want it too. Believe me,
no more of your springtimes are needed
to win me over—even one flower
is more than enough. Before I was named
I belonged to you. I see no other law
but yours, and know I can trust
the death you will bring.
See, I live. On what?
Childhood and future are equally present.
Sheer abundance of being
floods my heart.
To arise in us, invisible?
Is it not your dream, to enter us so wholly
there's nothing left outside us to see?
What, if not transformation,
is your deepest purpose? Earth, my love,
I want it too. Believe me,
no more of your springtimes are needed
to win me over—even one flower
is more than enough. Before I was named
I belonged to you. I see no other law
but yours, and know I can trust
the death you will bring.
See, I live. On what?
Childhood and future are equally present.
Sheer abundance of being
floods my heart.
From the Ninth Duino Elegy
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Sunday, November 29, 2015
poem , happened
the wings of these
wild swans flapping
wild swans flapping
the air, they came
out of me just to go
they fly all alone
in a flock, far out,
and i want to follow
but must stay inside
in me with the memory
of white fluff and feathers,
a travel in silence
where i live without echo
i miss your eyes, a mirror
in which i found
the distant passion of clouds
and secret springs
where hungry trouts move,
willows dance to wind,
flowers blossom into space
and a child walks out
to turn each stone
in the fields of life
staring at the other side
and then into the sky
where we cannot meet
nor stay together
as we are too heavy.
and the earth moves.
Natalie Merchant | My Skin
Take a look at my body
Look at my hands
There's so much here that I don't understand
Your face-saving promises
Whispered like prayers
I don't need them
'Cause I've been treated so wrong,
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable
Well, contempt loves the silence,
it thrives in the dark
With fine winding tendrils that
strangle the heart
They say that promises sweeten the blow
But I don't need them, no I don't need them
I've been treated so wrong,
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable
I'm a slow-dying flower
In the frost-killing hour
Sweet turning sour and untouchable
Oh, I need the darkness,
the sweetness,
the sadness,
the weakness
Oh I need this
I need a lullaby,
a kiss goodnight,
angel, sweet love of my life
Oh I need this
I'm a slow-dying flower
Frost-killing hour
The sweet turning sour and untouchable
Do you remember the way that you touched me before
All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored
Your face-saving promises
Whispered liked prayers
I don't need them
Oh, I need the darkness,
the sweetness,
the sadness,
the weakness
Oh, I need this
I need a lullaby,
a kiss goodnight,
angel, sweet love of my life
Oh, I need this
Well is it dark enough
Can you see me
Do you want me
Can you reach me
Oh, I'm leaving
Better shut your mouth, and hold your breath
You kiss me now, you catch your death
Oh, I mean this
Oh, I mean this
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Friday, November 27, 2015
the impossibility of understanding, Paulo Coelho blog, a quote
When Moses ascended to Heaven to write a certain part of the Bible, the Almighty asked him to place small crowns on some letters of the Torah. Moses said: “Master of the Universe, why draw these crowns?” God answered: “Because one hundred generations from now a man called Akiva will interpret them.”
“Show me this man’s interpretation,” asked Moses.
The Lord took him to the future and put him in one of Rabbi Akiva’s classes. One pupil asked: “Rabbi, why are these crowns drawn on top of some letters?”
“I don’t know.” Replied Akiva. “And I am sure that not even Moses knew. He did this only to teach us that even without understanding everything the Lord does, we can trust in his wisdom.”
quoted:
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