é tão fácil

Easy, easy.
My man and me,
we could rest and remain here, easily.
We are tested and pained
by what's beyond our bed.
We are blessed and sustained
by what is not said.

No-one knows what is coming, or
who will harvest what we have sewn,
or how I've been dulling, and dumbing,
in the service of the heart alone,

or how I am worn to the bone
by the river,
and, in the river made of light,
I'm your little life-giver.
I will give my life.

Haven't you seen what I've seen?
Don't you know what you ought to do?
I was born to love,
and I intend to love you.

Down in the valley,
where the fields are green,
Watch my luck turn, fro and to;
pluck every last daisy clean,
till only I may love you.

I am easy,
easy to keep.
Honey, you please me
even in your sleep.
But my arms want to carry.
My heart wants to hold.
Tell me your worries. I want to be told.

Sit, and see how the fog,
from the port in the bay,
lays like snow
at the foot of the roanoke;

hear the frog, going courting,
till the day he croaks,
saying, even then,
There is light in the river.
There is a river made of light.
C'mon, little life-giver.
Give your life.

Who asked you?
Who asked you
if you want to be loved by me?
Who died, and made you in charge
of who loves who?

All the livelong day,
if I have my way, I will love you.
But One can't carry the weight,
or change the fate, of Two.
I've been waiting for a break.
How long's it gonna take?
Let me love you.
How about it?
How about what I have to say?
How about that livelong day?
How am I gonna stay here
without you?

Easy, easy.
You must not fear.
You must meet me, to see me.
I am barely here.
But, like a Bloody Mary,
seen in the mirror:
speak my name
and I appear.

(A música da Joanna durará para sempre em ti e em mim. Mãos apertadas e corações cheios a galopar no peito uma vida inteira.)

Ner/Des

Como pensar no casamento perfeito: Neruda e "Desnuda".


Desnuda eres tan simple como una de tus manos,
Lisa, terrestre, mínima, redonda, transparente,
Tienes líneas de luna, caminos de manzana,
Desnuda eres delgada como el trigo desnudo.

Desnuda eres azul como la noche en Cuba,
Tienes enredaderas y estrellas en el pelo,
Desnuda eres enorme y amarilla
Como el verano en una iglesia de oro.

Desnuda eres pequeña como una de tus uñas,
Curva, sutil, rosada hasta que nace el día
Y te metes en el subterráneo del mundo
Como en un largo túnel de trajes y trabajos:
Tu claridad se apaga, se viste, se deshoja
Y otra vez vuelve a ser una mano desnuda.


És a minha vida, minha Maria.


Teu,

Tomé

* eu & tu *

sem cordas, nem amarras

(Mesmo!)

Ilustração daqui

pés de princesa

Com eles, a caminho de um Godard, com um Kant debaixo do braço e de mão dada contigo, em Paris.

(Obrigada por tudo, pequeno *)

assumir as evidências

Now that I'm alone I feel the lonely brokenness
Of all the wicked avenues I've ever sold my love on
All these moments of meekness and trembling subsided
I'm the outright abandon of this orphan child
Home is on the highway living on soft bread and solace
I guess I'm waiting for nightfall or a solar eclipse
And to wake up half empty
Only to be filled again with mourning
He's my evil shadow dove
My black Palamito
Can't break him like a diamond skull
I can't seem to do so
Can't just rob him out like the
Mob used to do so
Like memories of porno and tearstains
And tobacco O it's a mini disastro
Bigger than the ice age don't know if baby dinosaurs
Maybe could live through it, like Indians and butterflies
What's crushed is my spirit, Oh I fear it is too fragile
Like fall leaves burn like paper

I always knew I would spend a lot of time alone
No one would understand me
Maybe I should go and live amongst the animals
Spend all my time amongst the animals
And on the tracks I would go they lead to the sea
To be amongst the animals

Oh I'm just afall leaf something simple and shy lie that
That's how my heart lies down beside the sidewalk
Like an empty restaurant filled with perfume and balloons
I sit and entertain the bisarro ghosts of my soul
His name still lingers maybe lactates on my tongue
Perhaps I'm just teething for a foreign fallen destiny
Miserable but mine, I look like his mother
Or Sophia Loren in an old fashioned movie
Slow motion I cling to my child desperate for love
One day soon my brother died, made me remember all the
Subordinate feelings I cast aside
Maybe I had lied when I said I was ok
Just getting along like a little song that stops to sing and say
"Wild willow, windy winter won't you blow through me
My whole eternity"

Do Andrade para ti

Entre os teus lábios

Entre os teus lábios
é que a loucura acode,
desce à garganta,
invade a água.

No teu peito
é que o pólen do fogo
se junta à nascente,
alastra na sombra.

Nos teus flancos
é que a fonte começa
a ser rio de abelhas,
rumor de tigre.

Da cintura aos joelhos
é que a areia queima,
o sol é secreto,
cego o silêncio.

Deita-te comigo.
Ilumina meus vidros.
Entre lábios e lábios
toda a música é minha.


Com o meu amor, pelo meio. Sabe-me sempre teu, desde o dia primeiro. (E a cada dia mais)

tu e eu foi assim.

(quase *Dois*)

confissões inaudíveis, mas generalizadas

(sou tão rainha. que vergonha)

nós pelo olhar de antonioni

A tempestade chama-nos para o abraço.

fantasias

e porque é dia de XXIII

Devíamos correr noite fora, de mãos dadas e de sorrisos, ao som disto!

XXIII

«in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems»

How many times? As long as you wish.

23. Somos grandes, meu amor. E teremos todos quantos quiseres, para sempre.