meu abismo será um radar

[ou: Um desenhinho para Vila-Matas]

Ainda não li o novo livro* de Enrique Vila-Matas (ainda estou acabando outro, e são tantos livros pausados esperando...) no entanto, comprei este com urgência, pois sabia que o tema era por demais especial. Daniel Pelizzari confirma isto em trecho da apresentação do livro, onde nos diz:

"...Vila-Matas estende uma corda para equilibristas que não parecem tão interessados na travessia, mas sim em mergulhar em si mesmos, explorar o vazio, desaparecer no abismo que é a vida cotidiana."

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*Exploradores do Abismo de Enrique Vila-Matas foi lançado pela editora Cosac Naify neste ano, 2013.

into the hole of space

En efecto, creo que fotografiamos no para recordar sino para olvidar. Si la memoria es como el firmamento, cada foto actúa como un agujero negro, absorbiendo y colapsando todos los recuerdos.

Joan Fontcuberta

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*Fotografia também de Joan Fontcuberta: Starfighter, 2001, da série Pin Zhuang.

deserto de areia e maresia no olhar

DESERT SAND

Fall back
All out of words
Too busy trying to save them for the truth.
So brutal the nights they are.
I couldn't sleep the streets were oh so cold.

To die, to be asleep.
We'll have the darkness to the roaring sea.
So foolish I know you are,
To take a walk and never so much stars.

And then I start to dream
But I can't read directions in my sleep.
The sun comes with the tide
And it's so beautiful I close my eyes.

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*Desert Sand é Beach Fossils no EP Daydream. 
[clique para ouvir]

Paul Auster's case: a man in circles

    


 

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* Os desenhos foram inspirados em uma pequena história contada por 
Paul Auster no livro The Invention of Solitude, Penguin Books, 2007, págs. 83/84.

deserto [pele] invernal

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

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*Winter Skin é Y La Bamba no álbum Alida St.

a urgência e a noite do deserto

[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.

In the desert you can't remember your name

A Horse With no Name*

[clique pra escutar]

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.