Sons da Escrita 037

26 de Novembro de 2005

Primeiro programa do ciclo António Sem

Compasso a compasso, palavra a palavra, alinham-se, rigorosos, os sons da escrita.

Quando um homem interroga a água pura dos sentidos e ousa caminhar, serenamente, os esquecidos atalhos de todas as memórias, acontecem viagens — viagens entre o quase tudo e o quase nada.

Então, da raíz dos nervos da memória surge a planta de uma vida escutada no silêncio dos sons da escrita.

Sons da Escrita – à volta de uma ideia de José-António Moreira.


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António Sem

Há dias assim (António Sem)

Há dias assim
cinzentos de sol
a amarelecerem as folhas da melancolia

Há dias assim
com sorrisos imóveis
quando tombam os ramos da noite

Há dias assim
onde o instante quebra
a aliança entre o homem e as coisas

E nesta sucessão dos dias
deslizo como uma gota sem contactos
que abro entre formas cegas que me ignoram


Days are numbers - The traveller (Alan Parsons Project) 

The traveller is always leaving town
He never has the time to turn around
And if the road he's taken isn't leading anywhere
He seems to be completely unaware

The traveller is always leaving home
The only kind of life he's ever known
When every moment seems to be
A race against the time
There's always one more mountain left to climb

Days are numbers
Watch the stars
We can only see so far
Someday, you'll know where you are
Remember
Days are numbers
Count the stars
We can only go so far
One day, you'll know where you are

The traveller awaits the morning tide
He doesn't know what's on the other side
But something deep inside of him
Keeps telling him to go
He hasn't found a reason to say no

The traveller is only passing through
He cannot understand your point of view
Abandoning reality, unsure of what he'll find
The traveller in me is close behind


António Sem

Promessa (António Sem)

canto silêncios e imagens
neste dia inventado por ti
onde as palavras se despem do tempo

com os silêncios construo
a neblina das manhãs despidas
e o orvalho das noites sem abrigo

com as imagens adorno
a solidão do tempo
onde se estende o teu vulto imaginado

no espasmo de uma promessa
fica a doçura original
da minha própria manhã


I promise you, with everything I am (Backstreet Boys)

It's in the silences
The words you never say
I see it in your eyes
Always starts the same way
It seems like everyone we know
Is breakin' up
Hmm, does anybody ever stay in love...anymore?

I promise you
From the bottom of my heart
I will love you til' death do us part
I promise you
As a lover and a friend
I will (ooh) love you like I never love again
With everything I am

ooh
I see you look at me
When you think I'm not aware
You're searching for clues
Of just how deep my feelings are
How do you prove the sky is blue, the oceans wide
All I know is what I feel
When I look into your eyes

I promise you (I promise you)
From the bottom of my heart
(from the bottom of my heart babay)
I will love you til' death do us part
(I do my darlin', I promise yeah)
I promise you (I promise you)
As a lover and a friend
I will (ooh) love you like I never loved again
With everything that I am
Ooh yeah

Oh there are no guarantees
That's what you always say to me (mmm)
But late at night I feel the tremble in your touch, baby
(Oh yeah)
Oh And what I'm trying to say to you
I never said to anyone I promise (oh no)

I promise (Promise) you (you you you)
From the bottom of my heart
(from the bottom of my heart)
I will love you til' death do us part
(Oh)
(do you darlin' I promise you yeah)
I promise you
As a lover and a friend
(as a lover and a friend)
I will lover you like I never love again
with everything I am

I promise you
(with everything I am)
From the bottom of my heart
(from the bottom of my heart)
I will love you til' death (love you) do us part
(I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you)
(this is promise you, babe)
I promise you
As a lover and a friend
I will love you like I never love again
With everything I am

You're everything I am
Oh yeah
(doo...)
With everything I am


António Sem

Perco-me e encontro-me (António Sem)

Perco-me e encontro-me
em cada instante nomeado
quando as palavras se tornam mudas
invertendo o silêncio da luz
que me saciam de mistério
e teimam em me pertencer 

Eu me perco de silêncio
eu me encontro de esplendor


O teu silêncio cresce (António Sem)

O teu silêncio cresce
e o que resta são murmúrios de ausência
neste espaço que se veste de mágoa


The sounds of silence (Simon & Garfunkel)

Hello darkness, my old friend;
I've come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone,
Narrow streets of cobblestone.
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night, and touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never shared.
And no one dared disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools," said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might lead you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed in the wells of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls, and whispered in the sounds of silence."


depois de te conhecer
inventei uma nova natureza
para o silêncio das minhas águas

natureza 

mar
que prolongas as margens do olhar
e banha o areal do meu corpo 

natureza 

rio
que faz o seu leito entre os teus seios
e se estende no estuário da vida

natureza 

barco
que navega pelas noites de luar
sulcando a magia do invisível

inventada a natureza em que me apoio
abraço-a com mãos de medo


Música:

Genérico
Davy Spillane (abertura e fecho), Beatles (Fecho)

Fundos

Eric Clapton, Alan Parsons Project

Ligações
Backstreet Boys, Paul Simon, Art Garfunkel

Textos:
António Sem

Edição e voz:
José-António Moreira

© José-António Moreira 2012