Sunday, March 22, 2009

" Uma fábula "

E encontramo-nos num espaço ambulante e vejo os teus olhos com uma pitada de sal a mais e digo-te
:- Onde queres ir?
- Onde queres que te leve?
E a musica transcende-nos para o lugar onde são feitos os sonhos
Tu pedes:
- Vamos viajar até ao interior de um objecto?
E eu digo-te:
- Consegues observar com acutilância o voo dos pardais?
Tu vens ter comigo e dizes:
- Danças comigo num abraço profundo, forte e suave?
E eu:
- Vamos, sentes a minha mão a tentar pesquisar a tua alma?
E entramos num espaço nada sideral
E caminhamos numa floresta nada perdida onde as fábulas são realidade:
- Sentes o meu espirito a juntar-se ao teu?
E na imensidão da terra molhada e cheia de oxigénio, digo-te:
- Dá-me uma dança e eu dar-te-ei um sonho.
E entramos em escadas coloridas que nos remetem para os nossos sonhos concretos e nada discretos
E viro-me para ti e digo-te:
- Anda comigo, agarra as minhas mãos..
Tu ficas a olhar para o meu olhar turvo e tentas entrar num lugar do bosque, que faz com que os eremitas sejam mais que meros habitantes da fábula
e eu pergunto-te:
- Será que uma dança turva o olhar com o prazer de um doce?

Sailing

take the road towards a map
visit a town without no map
visualize wisdom on the horizon
The bird echoes towards itself:
- I want to fly and pick the nost beautiful flower in the world
Je veut etre le marin qui aime les nuages et ouvre les portes des rêves
A stone marks a tiny village:
- They do say that I've a thousand years old
- was koenst du mit worten machen?
A fish appears on a tiny town on a river that comes from salamanca
The fish whispers to the water:
- I'm the precious essence of your city
- Do you want to swim with me?
- i WANT TO ENTER ON THE SPACE TOWARDS THE KINGDOM OF LORE
- I WANT TO FLY OVER TINY WISDOM OF BORE
- DO YOU FEEL MY WINGS ON THE SHORE?
The tide's among and nobody knows who does speak
- I'm the paper that you unfold on your cigarette
- I'm your cup of water that you do drink on a coffee
- Can you listen to me?
whispers an angel towards myself
- Do you want to fly with my new wings?
- est-ce que tu veut tout savoir sans regarder un miroir?
says the ugly duckling on a fairytale story
- Do you want to dance with me towards eternity?
- I'm lost on an ocean of thoughts replies the bird to the atmosphere
All over the tiny town where dreams do exist, we do say:
- You're more than a napkin served on a plate
- You're more than a fork that picks
- You're more than a spoon that doesn't spoil a thing
- Kannst du meiner leben haben
asks the bird to the ancient sailor

To a TREASURE

I do crawl under rocks and I do carve your name on the walls of my city...
I do measure time passing by...
I do recall minutes and hours passing by..
Est-ce que me promener pendant heures et heures dans la nuit est le suffisant?
I do come and go...
I do pass the time without passing it through...
Je sais pas oú est-ce que je dois aller...
Je sais pas ce que je dois faire..
J'écoute la musique et je rêve avec des oiseaux que veulent être mes confidents dans la nuit que plonge dans ma chambre...
I do enter on buildings on my town; I do break the Ice, I do break the atmosphere...
I do break the ocean tides..
- Io voglio scribire cose che non voglio...
I do marvel at the sky and a rock talks to me:
- Where are your mind lonesome cowboy?
I don't reply to it and I do remember stories many told; I do frame visions of a sailor man, I do frame visions of a tormented writer in pain..
The spirit's within me and he does talks to you:
-Greatest eyes that I've seen.
Greatest soul that I've treasured.
Greatest mind that I marveled at.
Catpower's "The greatest" appears suddenly on my mind.
Moulin's rouge movie appears out of nowhere on my heart.
The stars look pale while looking at your pictures...
The words emerge liquid (as a single barrel of nothingness)
- I want an egg spoiled forever.
- I do want a smashed potatoe on my salad.
The paper speaks towards myself on a frenzy state..
- I come and go (as always) music upon muic, picture upon picture, word upon word, forming my heart on a crystal glass..
- I do enter on journeys of nothingness (bowie's songs appear out of nowhere).
I do feel my heart connected with yours..
I do enter on your room and your eyes google me while a smile's being put on your face.
- I'm quick as a rabbit and smart as a fox.
Says the raven to the fellow man of wonder.
Words forming words, forming incomplete feelings where a treasure's nowhere to be seen..
The question's to be filled like an origami..
A flower's more than an heart of spades or an inverted heart..
- I'm thy smoke on the sky..
- Thee fag's upon me and I do inalate its smoke..
Suddenly a river's forming a lagoon and I do marvel at its serene tide with no waves..
- You're a marvel to be.
- You're everything for me to be.
I do come and go...
I do open a door and see your eyes everywhere.
I do open an window and your smile's anywhere.
"Wild's the wind" or so Bowie said.
Let a love caress unfolded love and be cherished with an heart with pure feelings of joy and without us noticing:
- A flower do opens itself towards our eyes of wonder, where the mark tells the tales of a mere wonder.

Lobos na ENCOSTA

E entramos numa qualquer planicie
E lembro-me do oxigénio que apanhava junto á portela do homem
Andava nas encostas do Gerês e um esquilo ia dizendo-me:
- Que buscas aqui tu?
Eu ficava a olhar para descampados reais e dizia ao esquilo:
- procuro lobos
- será que me podes dizer onde encontrar oxigénio?
O esquilo pedia-me:
- Pára um pouco e respira suavemente e eu fazia-o e os meus pulmões eram inundados de oxigénio puro e vital
e o coração batia como queria
O esquilo voltava a dizer:
- Porquê os lobos?
- Porque é que buscas oxigénio?
E eu continuava a vislumbrar nuvens sem fim
E eu continuava a olhar para o descampado incessantemente
E ia entoando o meu lamento ao vento
Voltava a respirarVoltava a expirar
Ficava inspirado
E o esquilo dizia-me:
- Anda comigo.
E eu:
- Onde é que me levas tão rápido?
E o esquilo voltava a dizer:
- Segue-me e vislumbra
Eu ficava meio atordoado olhava para as nascentes do gerês e para as árvores que por lá sobreviviam
E ia gritando para o esquilo:
- ONDE ESTOU EU?
O esquilo voltava a dizer-me:
- Segue-me
- SEGUE-ME
E ia repetindo:
- O que vês ALÉM NA ENCOSTA?
Eu de repente fiquei a olhar e senti um grito enorme a percorrer-me a ALMA e ia GRITANDO como um menino:
- SÃO OS LOBOS
- SÂO OS LOBOS.
OLHA COMO ELES DESCEM A ENCOSTA
O esquilo ia repetindo:
- CORRE- CORRE- SALTA- COMO È QUE SENTES O TEU CORAÇÃO?
E eu todo caótico e desorganizado da emoção ia-lhe dizendo:
- SOU UM MIÚDO Á PROCURA DE ALGO MAIS QUE UMA MERA EMOÇÃO
E olhava para o lobo que me fitava nos olhos
E olhava para a encosta plena com mais LOBINHOS
E pensava e acompanhava os lobos até á portela do HOMEM
O meu coração andava sobressaltado e a 200% á hora
E os lobos diziam-me:
- Não estás NA NOSSA COMPANHIA?

Love's Life

And somebody asks me for a lighter..
And somebody tries to give me food...
And I do search for inner spirit and love..
And I do love you more than words or spirit can describe...
And I do seek your soul and essence on roads that lead everywhere..
And I'm a match and you're my fire..
And on the deep of the night I do say:- What a glorious day to pay...
- What an wonderful freedom at may...
- What a curious thing to pray..
And I do love you as my angel to be...
And I do love you and everybody can see...
And I share thoughts on inner words..
And I do share wisdom at words of vison..
And suddenly you do gaze at me and say:
- Tell me where's the day?
And I ask the night for a delight...
And I make joy on a toy...
And I break faith and commit the words at stake...
And I search smile within a tile...
And your eyes spek to me and tell:
- Give me the words of a mere bell...
And I search for you in the night with a fright...
And I take torture upon some nurture....
- Ohhhh.. what a gentle way to say where's the day...
- Ohhh.. what a sweet joy upon your eyes that make me pray...
- Will I die by your side while a sparrow's more than bright?
And you do say on a peculiar day:
- What can anyone say on a peculiar day?

Friday, January 16, 2009

" On a desk by the RIVER"



I do gaze in colours to the hours.



I'm more than a paper.
I'm more than the taker.






- Glow your eyes on the dark.
She said.
- Set your soul in the park.
He replied.







Eyes without a face, where's the purity over beauty?



- Don't cry like a tormented soul.
- Don't whisper till you get old.





I'm shadow on an arrow.
I'm bottle on a turtle.








- Can I speak from thee?
- Can I roam free?





Green light of hope, bring joy to a mere thought while saying:
- Why not?











- Man of dreams so tired.
- Man of shadows so mournful.
- Where's the blanket of sorrow?
- Why's it for you to borrow?





















LIGHT, SHADE, BRIGHT, SIGHT, MAID.












- Do you remember pigeons room, where magic was more than an woman with a broom?













- Yellow for joy, words to toy.
He said.
- Red for desire, blue to admire.
She replied.
And without knowing it, all was more than a mere wire.


















Words : Manuel Espirito Santo
Works : Vaida Tamoševičiūtė