Sons da Escrita 323

23 de Janeiro de 2011

Segundo programa do ciclo Cristovam Pavia

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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Cristovam Pavia

O poema que hei-de escrever

O poema que hei-de escrever para ti, dando notícias
Do último reduto das coisas, das profundidades intactas,
Nasce, adormece e referve-me no sangue
Com a íntima lentidão dos teus seios desabrochando,
Porque, sei, não estás longe (nem da minha vida!), meu mistério fiel.

Hoje a nossa companhia é a tua inconsciência e o teu instinto: puro 

Instinto que eu, de longe, embalo e velo
E acordará (“em frente!”) às primeiras palavras
Do poema, quando ele despontar.


 

Written in the stars (Elton John & Leann Rimes)

I am here to tell you we can never meet again
Simple really, isn't it, a word or two and then
A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when
You think of me or speak of me or wonder what befell
The someone you once loved so long ago so well

Never wonder what I'll feel as living shuffles by
You don't have to ask me and I need not reply
Every moment of my life from now until I die
I will think or dream of you and fail to understand
How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand

Is it written in the stars
Are we paying for some crime
Is that all that we are good for
Just a stretch of mortal time

Is this God's experiment
In which we have no say
In which we're given paradise
But only for a day

Nothing can be altered, there is nothing to decide
No escape, no change of heart, nor anyplace to hide
You are all I'll ever want, but this I am denied
Sometimes in my darkest thoughts, I wish I'd never learned
What it is to be in love and have that love returned


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Embalo

As tuas ilusões mortas
Dá-mas para que vivam.
Os minutos de obscuro deslumbramento,
As tuas lágrimas sem história, sem razão,
As alegrias desertas,
Os sonhos estancados,
Podes esquecê-los. Eu os deitarei em mim.
E a tua infância.


 

Child in time (Gregorian)

Sweet child in time, you'll see the line
Line that's drawn between the Good and the Bad
See the blind man, he's shooting at the world
Bullets flying, ooh taking toll
If you've been bad - Oh Lord I bet you have
And you've not been hit oh by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes, you'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo..
I'm cryin' for you day and night
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo..
Aaa-aaa-aaa..
Oh, I wanna hear you sing..

Sweet child in time, you'll see the line
Line that's drawn between the Good and the Bad
See the blind man, he's shooting at the world
Bullets flying, mm taking toll
If you've been bad - Lord I bet you have
And you've not been hit oh not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes, you'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Oh, I wanna hear you sing..


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Alva

Tuas pernas são dois raios
Ondulantes de luar
Apontando sobre as águas
Até nos confins do mar. 

O esplendor da carne tua
Silva, até o sol raiar,
Estrela d'alva fina, crua
No horizonte do mar. 

São duas luas os peitos,
Teu corpo, lua coalhada.
Já explodem todos os leitos
Caminhos de madrugada. 

Tuas pernas são dois sulcos
Fendendo a antemanhã.
Brilham na maré os búzios,
Prata, limão e romã. 

Veredas de limos finos,
Silvos de sol aluado,
Aguardam do mar os sinos,
Peixe aos turbilhões, alado.

Nas serras fundas, eivadas,
Já ouço os galos do mar
E praias e ondas alvas
Nas tuas pernas raiar. 

Brilha a noite, sai o gado,
Desce a lua, devagar,
Tuas pernas, céus nublados ...
Cheira a fonte, acorda o mar.

Tuas pernas são dois raios
Ondulantes de luar
Apontando sobre as águas
Até aos confins do mar. 

São rouxinóis submarinos,
Bicam mansamente as nuvens
E o entorpecido, salino
Raiar da estrela do púbis 

Cheira a ervas, na penumbra,
A silveirinhas do mar,
E, em tudo, estua a tua
Carne clara, universal.


Sleepwalker (Wallflowers)

Maybe I could be the one they adore
That could be my reputation
It's where I'm from that lets them think I'm a whore
I'm an educated virgin

Sleepwalker, don't be shy
Now don't open your eyes tonight
You'll be the one that defends my life
While I'm dead asleep dreamin'

Cupid, don't draw back your bow
Sam Cooke didn't know what I know
I'll never be your valentine
The sleepwalker in me
And God only know that I've tried

Let me in, let me drown or learn how to swim
Just don't leave me at the window
I could be the one to be your next best friend
You may need someone to hold you

Sleepwalker, take this knife
You may see someone tonight
You'd be the one that saves my life
When I'm dead asleep dreamin'

Cupid, don't draw back your bow
Sam Cooke didn't know what I know
I'll never be your valentine
The sleepwalker in me
And God only know that I've tried

I'm in your movie and everyone looks sad
But I can hear you, your voice, the laughtrack
But you never saw my best scene
The one where I sleep
Sleepwalk into your dreams

Now, sleepwalker, what's my line
It's only a matter of time
Until I learn to open up my eyes
When I'm dead asleep dreamin'

Cupid, don't draw back your bow
Sam Cooke didn't know what I know
I'll never be your valentine
The sleepwalker in me

Now, the sleepwalker in me
Now, the sleepwalker in me
And God only know that I've tried


Poema

Em poesia funda,
Perene, sossegada,
Volto secretamente
Pelo caminho andado. 

Há uma luz quieta
(De tardinha de Verão)
Doirando árvores e pedras…
E um silêncio que vive. 

E paro em cada curva
Mais longe, mais entregue…
Não encontro os meus mortos,
Regresso calmo e eu.


Coming back to life (Pink Floyd)

Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
And where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun

Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime

I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life

I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the waiting had begun
And I headed straight..into the shining sun


Cheio de dor e de alegria
Encontro em ti e para sempre
O que ficou, o que perdi
Infância lágrimas pureza
E as raízes do silêncio.


Música:

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

Fundos
David Arkenstone, William Elwood, Dan Gibson, Alberto Iglésias

Ligações
Elton John & Leann Rimes, Gregorian, Wallflowers, Pink Floyd

Textos:
Cristovam Pavia

Edição e voz:
José-António Moreira


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And in the end

the love you'll take

is equal to the love you make

© José-António Moreira 2012