# CDXXXIV - Desejos, mistérios e búzios

[Flying away - Abril'11] - Avô, o que são as nuvens? - As nuvens são as almas dos rios que querem regressar às montanhas de onde partiram. Levam com elas, agora, a sabedoria do mar... Duas Nuvens [Interpretação - Ney Matogrosso Composição - Tiago Torres da Silva/Pedro Jóia] Tristes são os olhos de quem chora / Um amor que pôs o pé na estrada / Tentam convencer quem vai embora / Que a estrada de ir vai dar em nada // Luz que incendeia / Corpos confusos / E um coração que anda à boleia / De desejos, mistérios e búzios // Lágrimas que surgem na aurora / Cristais de geada no lençol / Gotas de um orvalho que evapora / Na preguiça de um raio de sol // Luz que clareia / Corpos difusos / E um coração que anda à boleia / De desejos, mistérios e búzios // Olhos - duas nuvens a voar / Sobre os céus / Talvez sejam os teus ou os meus / Vão na chuva, vão no vento, vão no rio, vão no mar //Quando escutares o barulho / Das ondas ao sabor da minha mágoa / Sou eu que na pressa de um mergulho / Fui-me confundindo com a água // Luz que prateia / Corpos difusos / E um coração que anda à boleia / De desejos, mistérios e búzios // Olha - duas nuvens a voar / Sobre o céu Talvez sejas tu ou seja eu / Eu que sou chuva, que sou vento, que sou rio, que sou mar

# CDXXXIII - Imerso em mares imensos

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[Ponderando... Costa de Caparica, mar'11]



Eterno e revivificado retorno aos (meus) clássicos... ainda que com outras roupagens.



If It Be Your Will (Leonard Cohen Tribute) / Songwriter: Leonard Cohen / Singer : Antony and the Johnsons



If it be your will / That I speak no more / And my voice be still / As it was before / I will speak no more / I shall abide until / I am spoken for

If it be your will / If it be your will / That a voice be true / From the broken hill / I will sing to you / From this broken hill / All your praises they shall ring / If it be your will / To let me sing / From this broken hill / All your praises they shall ring

If it be your will / To let me sing / If it be your will / If there is a choice / Let the rivers fill / Let the hills rejoice / Let your mercy spill / On all these burning hearts in hell / If it be your will / To make us well / And draw us near / And bind us tight / All your children here / In their rags of light / In our rags of light / All dressed to kill / And end this night / If it be your will / And end this night
If it be your will / If it be your will * If it be your will / If it be your will...

# CDXXXII - Viva! Mais Adriana...y más, y más, y más,...

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[Camélia / Junqueira, Março´11]

Como já por aqui referi, gosto mesmo à séria (!) da Adriana. O seu primeiro trabalho, Adriana (2009),foi escutado até à exaustão e é revisitado muitas vezes. Este segundo álbum, O que tinha de ser, ainda está em fase de entranhar.

A versão do tema Acércate Más é viciante! Adriana é viciante....

ACERCATE MAS

Letra e Música de Oswaldo Farrez
Interpretação de Adriana


Acércate más,
y más, y más,
pero mucho más.
Y bésame así,
así, así,
como besas tu.

Pero besa pronto,
porque estoy sufriendo,
no lo estás tú viendo
que lo estoy queriendo
sin quererlo tu.

Acércate más,
y más, y más,
pero mucho más.
Y bésame así,
así, así,
como besas tu.

Acaso pretendes
a desesperarme
ven por Dios a darme
ese beso tuyo
que te pido yo.

# CDXXXI - Tic Tac, Foi!

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[Le Temps - Casa, Mar'11]



Porque há canções assim...



LAURIKA RAUCH - THE OLD FOLKS


THE OLD FOLKS DON'T TALK MUCH
AND THEY TALK SO SLOWLY WHEN THEY DO
THEY ARE RICH THEY ARE POOR
THEIR ILLUSIONS ARE GONE
THEY SHARE ONE HEART FOR TWO
THEIR HOMES ALL SMELL OF TIME
OF OLD PHOTOGRAPHS AND AN OLD-FASHIONED SONG
THOUGH YOU MAY LIVE IN TOWN
YOU LIVE SO FAR AWAY
WHEN YOU'VE LIVED TOO LONG

AND HAVE THEY LAUGHED TOO MUCH
DO THEIR DRY VOICES CRACK TALKING OF TIMES GONE BY
AND HAVE THEY CRIED TOO MUCH
A TEAR OR TWO STILL ALWAYS
SEEMS TO CLOUD THE EYE

THEY TREMBLE AS THEY WATCH
THE OLD SILVER CLOCK
WHEN DAY IS THROUGH
IT TICK-TOCKS OH SO SLOW
IT SAYS 'YES' IT SAYS 'NO'
IT SAYS: 'I'LL WAIT FOR YOU'

THE OLD FOLKS DREAM NO MORE
THE BOOKS HAVE GONE TO SLEEP THE PIANO'S OUT OF TUNE
THE LITTLE CAT IS DEAD
AND NO MORE DO THEY SING
ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON

THE OLD FOLKS MOVE NO MORE
THEIR WORLD'S BECOME TOO SMALL THEIR BODIES FEEL LIKE LEAD
THEY MIGHT LOOK OUT THE WINDOW
OR ELSE SIT IN A CHAIR
OR ELSE THEY STAY IN BED

AND IF THEY STILL GO OUT
ARM IN ARM, ARM IN ARM, IN THE MORNING'S CHILL
IT'S TO HAVE A GOOD CRY
TO SAY THEIR LAST GOOD BYE
TO ONE WHO'S OLDER STILL

AND THEN THEY GO HOME
TO THE OLD SILVER CLOCK
WHEN DAY IS THROUGH
IT TICK TOCKS OH SO SLOW
IT SAYS 'YES' IT SAYS 'NO'
IT SAYS: I'LL WAIT FOR YOU

THE OLD FOLKS NEVER DIE
THEY JUST PUT DOWN THEIR HEADS AND GO TO SLEEP ONE DAY
THEY HOLD EACH OTHER'S HANDS
LIKE CHILDREN IN THE DARK
BUT ONE WILL GET LOST ANYWAY

AND THE OTHER WILL REMAIN
JUST SITTING IN THAT ROOM WHICH MAKES NO SOUND
IT DOESN'T MATTER NOW
THE SONG HAS DIED AWAY
AND ECHOES ALL AROUND

YOU'LL SEE THEM WHEN THEY WALK
THROUGH THE SUN-FILLED PARK WHERE CHILDREN RUN AND PLAY
IT HURTS TOO MUCH TO SMILE
IT HURTS TOO MUCH BUT LIFE
GOES ON FOR STILL ANOTHER DAY

AS THEY TRY TO ESCAPE
THE OLD SILVER CLOCK
WHEN DAY IS THROUGH
IT TICK-TOCKS OH SO SLOW
IT SAYS 'YES' IT SAYS 'NO',
IT SAYS:'I'LL WAIT FOR YOU'

THE OLD,OLD SILVER CLOCK
THAT'S HANGING ON THE WALL
THAT WAITS FOR US ALL

# CDXXX - Thoughts

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[The Kiss, Rodin - Londres, Dez'10]


Porque sim!


Roxette - "I'm Glad You Called"

Hate to say I’m glad you called
But you know I always tell the truth
It’s been a while and lots of miles
I wouldn’t say I have been missing you

The first week I stayed in my bed
That summer went straight to my head
The first year without you
I walked like the dead

I hate to say I’m glad you called
Even though it doesn’t matter now
There was a time I might’ve cared
But I’m seeing someone else now

I don’t have to think very hard
To rewind every frame of my love
I never I could never get enough
Of your stuff

Look around look around look around
Babe, I look around
I look around look around look around
Babe, I look around

Hate to say I’m glad you called
But you know I always tell the truth, baby
It’s been a while and lots of miles
I wouldn’t say that I’ve been missing you

The first week I cried in my bed
That summer I hurt and I bled
The first year without you
Is hard to forgive

So hard to forgive
So hard to forgive