29.7.08

Mr. Metano

www.mrmethane.com/

Gira


O mundo é uma caixinha de música.
Com bailarina de "tchu-tchu" (?) vermelho.
A chave gira, a música toca, a gente gira.
Tenta ensaiar uns passos.
Mas, tudo que se consegue é girar.
Até a corda acabar.


Depois o doido sou eu

Vocês viram?

Da série "Poxa, eu deveria ter sido publicitário"

Hi


28.7.08

27.7.08

Voar


Certa noite, não faz muito
tempo
eu sonhei que
podia voar.
quero dizer, só mexendo
os braços e as pernas
eu podia flanar pelos
ares
e voava.
Havia todas aquelas pessoas
no chão,
elas erguiam os
braços e tentavam me puxar
para baixo
eles não conseguiam

senti me como se
mijasse neles.
Eles eram tão
invejosos

tudo que precisava fazer era
treinar do seu modo
até chegar lá
como eu tinha
feito.

Tais pessoas acham
que o sucesso dá em
arvores.

Você e eu,
nós sabemos
mais.

Bukowski

In my bed


Wish I could say it breaks my heart
Like you did in the beginning
It's not that we grew apart
A nightingale no longer singing

It's something I know you can't do
Separate sex with emotion
I sleep alone, the sun comes up
You're still clinging to that notion

Everything is slowing down
River of no return
Recognize my every sound
There is nothing new to learn

You'll never get my mind right
Like two ships passing in the night
In the night, in the night
Want the same thing when we lay
Otherwise mine's a different way
A different way from where I'm going
Oh, it's you again listen this isn't a reunion
So sorry if I turn my head
Yours is a familiar face
But that don't make your place safe
In my bed, my bed, my bed

I never thought my memory
Of what we had could be intruded
But I couldn't let it be
I needed it as much as you did

Now it's not hard to understand
Why we just speak at night
The only time I hold your hand
Is to get the angle right

Everything is slowing down
River of no return
You recognize my every sound
There's nothing new to learn

You'll never get my mind right
Like two ships passing in the night
In the night, in the night
Want the same thing when we lay
Otherwise mine's a different way
A different way from where I'm going
Oh, it's you again, listen this isn't a reunion
So sorry if I turn my head
Yours is a familiar face
But that don't make your place safe
In my bed, my bed, my ba ba dee dee bed

26.7.08

Mais Erwin Olaf

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