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(...) e a estrela do entardecer deve estar morrendo e irradiando sua pálida cintilância sobre a pradaria antes da chegada da noite completa que abençoa a terra, escurece todos os rios, recobre os picos e oculta a ultima praia e ninguém, ninguém sabe o que vai acontecer a qualquer pessoa, além dos desamparos da velhice, eu penso em Dean Moriarty; penso até no velho Dean Moriarty, o pai que jamais encontramos; eu penso em Dean Moriarty.

Kerouac, J.

Rise

Such is the way of the world
You can never know
Just where to put all your faith
And how will it grow

Gonna rise up
Bringing back holes and dark memories
Gonna rise up
Turning mistakes into gold

Such is the passage of time
Too fast to fold
And suddenly swallowed by signs
Low and behold

Gonna rise up
Find my direction magnetically
Gonna rise up
Throw down my haste in the road

Eddie Vedder

I just wasn't made for these times

I keep looking for a place to fit
Where I can speak my mind
I've been trying hard to find the people
That I won't leave behind

They say I got brains
But they ain't doing me no good
I wish they could

Each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good goin' for myself
But what goes wrong

Sometimes I feel very sad
Sometimes I feel very sad
(Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into)
Sometimes I feel very sad
(Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into)

I guess I just wasn't made for these times

Every time I get the inspiration
To go change things around
No one wants to help me look for places
Where new things might be found

Where can I turn when my fair weather friends cop out
What's it all about

Each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good goin' for myself
But what goes wrong

Sometimes I feel very sad
Sometimes I feel very sad
(Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into)
Sometimes I feel very sad
(Can't find nothin' I can put my heart and soul into)

I guess I just wasn't made for these times

Beach Boys

limiar

e então esse é mais um daqueles momentos em que sento e reflito um pouco e penso em como nada de bom nunca acontece e fico esperando fazer parte de algo realmente historico e eu piro sozinha pensando que nada nunca vai acontecer e que nunca vou conhecer pessoas interessantes nem lançar bandas geniais nem participar de nenhum evento importante e entao eu entro no banho e sangro um pouco e abro uma cerveja e imagino se kerouac teria pontuado melhor esse paragrafo.

esta noite

"seus poemas sobre garotas ainda estarão por aí
daqui a 50 anos quando as garotas já tiverem ido",
meu editor me telefona

caro editor:
parece que as garotas já se
foram.

entendo o que o senhor diz

mas me dê uma mulher verdadeiramente viva
nesta noite
cruzando o piso em minha direção

e o senhor pode ficar com todos os meus poemas

os bons
os maus
ou qualquer outro que eu venha a escrever
depois deste.

entendo o que o senhor diz.

O senhor entende o que eu digo?

Charles Bukowski.

+ 9 de março de 1994

Forever Young

Let's dance in style, lets dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?

Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The music's for the sad men

Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders we're getting in tune
The music's played by the mad men

Forever young, I want to be forever young
do you really want to live forever, forever, forever...
Forever young, I want to be forever young
do you really want to live forever? Forever, forever...

Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody and some are the beat
Sooner or later they all will be gone
why don't they stay young

It's so hard to get old without a cause
I don't want to perish like a fleeing horse
Youth's like diamonds in the sun
and diamonds are forever

So many adventures couldn't happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams swinging out of the blue
We let them come true

time

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells

Pink Floyd.

(tô numa fase "parafrasear é arte")