WINTER SKIN* [clique para ouvir ... and sing to sleep] Let's build a couple fragile of bridges together Let's run across it and reach the sky Let's run across and meet the next hazel sunrise It's a sign of failure written all over these lonley skies and our fortune has created time Time of exsiting in a begining so today the sun refused to shine Sing me to sleep Oh my darling, your eyes refused to catch my tear Sing me to sleep Let's build a kingdom in the desert and jump up and down when it rains and jump up and down the next time it shall rain There's only five winds owned by the holy gods our gods that obey the soil soaked from the sweat dripping down the weeping ol' willow Winter is here Winter is here and she is glowing with her light embracing her strength with her final bite Winter winter winter is here _______ *Winter Skin é Y La Bamba no álbum Alida St.
[é uma ficção sobre o deserto. não é o meu deserto. mas existem tantos desertos como existem pessoas].
Your Soul and Mine* [clique para escutar] Standing in the ruins Of another Black man's life, or flying through the valley separating day and night. "I am death," cried the Vulture, "For the people of the light." Charon brought his raft from the sea that sails on souls, And saw the scavenger departing, taking warm hearts to the cold. He knew the ghetto was the haven for the meanest creature ever known. In a wilderness of heartbreak and a desert of despair, Evil's carrion of justice shrieks a cry of naked terror. He's taking babies from their momas and leaving grief beyond compare. So if you see the Vulture coming, flying circles in your mind, Remember there is no escaping for he will follow close behind. Only promised me a battle, battle for your soul and mine. * Your Soul and Mine é uma canção de Gil Scott-Heron no álbum I'm New Here.
On the first part of the journey I was looking at all the life There were plants and birds and rocks and things There was sand and hills and rings The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz And the sky with no clouds The heat was hot and the ground was dry But the air was full of sound
I've been through the desert on a horse with no name It felt good to be out of the rain In the desert you can't remember your name 'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
After two days in the desert sun My skin began to turn red After three days in the desert fun I was looking at a river bed And the story it told of a river that flowed Made me sad to think it was dead
You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name It felt good to be out of the rain In the desert you can't remember your name 'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
After nine days I let the horse run free 'Cause the desert had turned to sea There were plants and birds and rocks and things there was sand and hills and rings The ocean is a desert with it's life underground And a perfect disguise above Under the cities lies a heart made of ground But the humans will give no love
You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name It felt good to be out of the rain In the desert you can't remember your name 'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
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* A Horse With no Name é uma música do primeiro álbum da banda britânica America, em 1971.
[ou: por uma arqueologia interna submarina] a arqueologia: há pirâmides no deserto como no mar: * Foram descobertas pirâmides de cristal no triângulo das bermudas. se o triângulo é potência, a pirâmide é catalisadora de energia. Se pode sincronizar o tempo dos relógios, poderia dessincronizar o mar? seu vórtice é redemoinho, engole os navegantes da tensão superficial. ...
submergir para o encontro: a pirâmide que tem a base na terra mais profunda, envolvida nesse ar turvo, nesses mares de densidade inexplorada. somente os peixes abissais e suas lanternas solitárias conseguem navegar. os navegantes das superfícies são distraídos em alegria na falta de profundidade que só a leveza mais ensolarada e inocente pode habitar. navegantes que procuram o sol se esquecem de olhar para a densidade desconcertante desse mar. cegos de sol, esquecem daqueles redemoinhos muito internos que nos sugam para dentro de si. .....................................
a ponta da pirâmide é o princípio do redemoinho. a espiral que turva os olhos cegos de sol, esquecidos de olhar para a profundeza muito azul de melancolia e mar. o mar. aquele horizonte tão distante. a luz contra o olho, flare de amor e ar. ... se eu for abduzida para o meu íntimo, como retornar? [o fôlego tem a vida curta, o ar e a vida estão na superfície solar]. ... se há pirâmides no mar como no deserto, há o oásis no mar? [a cura do deserto é uma ilusão]. mas, antes de tudo, navegar. a busca deve ser tão ensolarada quanto profunda. não importa se caminho os desertos, não importa se navego a profundeza inteira, o encontro existe mesmo dentro do olho mais turvo. [quero ser peixe abissal de olho de flare, o olho sempre no horizonte muito interno de sol e mar]. __________
*escrevo poéticas em troca de notícias, como esta aqui: