Sons da Escrita 409

25 de Agosto de 2012

Terceiro programa do ciclo Jordi Virallonga

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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Isso é tudo

Dá o mesmo, disseste, é só sexo
mas esqueceste-te de que nós vivemos dessas coisas;
só os que fizeram a lei se ocupam
da virtude, da paz e da nobreza.

Essa justiça natural de que falas
fez-nos maus filhos, ateus e ladrões.
Esses homens, no entanto, criaram deuses,
sacerdotes, polícias e orfanatos.

Nós comemos, bebemos e gozamos
pagando por isso o preço do salário.
Isso é tudo, somos mercenários, guardamos o Estado
e não merecemos consideração nenhuma.


Sex Machine (James Brown)

Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up
Stay on the scene
Get on up
Like a sex machine
Get on up

Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up
Stay on the scene
Get on up
Like a sex machine
Get on up

Get up
Get on up
Stay on the scene
Get on up
Like a sex machine
Get on up
Wait a minute

Shake your arm
And use your form
Stay on the scene
Like a sex machine

You gotta have the feeling
Sure as you're born
Get it together
Right on, right on

Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up

Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up

You said
That you got
You said the feeling
You got to get

You give me fever
And a cold sweat
The way I like it
Is the way it is
I got mine
Don't worry about his

Get up
Get on up
Stay on the scene
Get on up
Like a sex machine
Get on up

Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up

Come on
Stay on the scene
Like a sex machine
The way I like it
Is the way it is
I got mine, dig it
He got his

Stay on the scene
Like a love machine
Stay on the scene
Like a love machine
Stay on the scene

Get on up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up

Get up
Get on up
Get on up
Get on up
Stay on the scene
Get on up
Like a love machine
Get on up

Get up
Get on up
Taste
Get on up

Get on up

Get on up

Get on up

Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up
Stay on the scene
Get on up
Like a sex machine
Get on up

You got to have the feeling
Get on up
Sure as born get on up
Get on up
Get it together
Right on, right on

Right on, right on
Right on, right on
Right on, right on
Right on, right on
Right on, right on
Right on, right on

Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up

And then shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker

Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up

Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up

Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up
Get up
Get on up


Abdicação

Como o céu, a esperança ou a justiça
já não me importas nada, liberdade, porque não existes,
porque só és nome sem carne que não vive
e porque não estou só e se te busco
tenho que arrasar com sanha a de outros
ou dedicar-me a respeitar o irrespeitável,
quer dizer, o que faço nesta puta de vida
para que não pensem que sou um egoísta
os homens e as mulheres que amo,
com quem falo e dizemos
que sem ti a vida não vale puto
e que habitas aqui entre as mesas e és a esperança das crianças
que engordarão nesta sociedade
ouvindo-nos dizer que te tentamos cada dia;
nós que somos, como tu, uma fraude, uma usura;
um engano literário tão ruim como a vida.


My mistake was to love you (Diana Ross & Marvin Gaye)

My mistake was to love you, girl
Love you, girl
My mistake was to give you all
Tell the world

First I had you
In the palm of my hand
But I let you slip through
Like rain to sand
At the beginning
When I didn't care
Like my own reflection
You were always there

My mistake was to love you, girl
Love you, girl
My mistake was to give you all
Tell the world

You were sweeter
Then my very own skin
But what did I do for you
Not a thing
In front of my friends
You broke me down
Since then darling
It's hard to track you down

My mistake was to love you, boy
Love you, boy
My mistake was to give my all
Tell the world

Many a smile
You put om ny face
But I paid dearly
With the tears I taste

My tenderness
Made you cold, not sweet
'Cause if a girl loves you
You only call her weak

My mistake was to love you, boy
Love you, boy
My mistake was to give my all
Tell the world

My mistake was to love you, girl
Love you, girl
My mistake was to give you all
Tell the world


Como saliva de ter sido

Faltam-nos braços e palavras,
horizontais noites das que sabemos pouco ainda,
e saber que entre a morte
e a pressa da névoa ao esvair-se
há-de ficar alguma memória consistente de ter sido.

Escrevo-te agora porque sei que amanhã
nunca acabaria tudo isto
que se estende sobre ti porque é saliva.

Observa a luz da varanda
e vê a névoa abatida nesta casa
onde entre os lençóis prolongo a última palavra sábia:
eco inútil deste ponto onde habita
uma fugaz febril memória de amor e cinza.


Hold me (Savage Garden)

Hey
If we can't find a way out of these problems
Then maybe we don't need this
Standing face to face
Enemies at war we build defences
And secret hiding places

I might need you to hold me tonight
I might need you to say it's alright
I might need you to make the first stand
Because tonight I'm finding it hard to be your man

Hey
More than angry words I hate this silence
It's getting so loud
Well I want to scream
But bitterness has silenced these emotions
It's getting hard to breathe
So tell me isn't happiness
Worth more than a golden diamond ring?
I'm willing to do anything
To calm the storm in my heart
I've never been the praying kind
But lately I've been down upon my knees
Not looking for a miracle
Just a reason to believe

Do you remember not long ago?
When we used to live for the nighttime
Cherish each moment
Now we don't live we exist
We just run through our lives
So alone
That's why you've got to hold me

Hey
If we can't find a way out of these problems
Then maybe we don't need this
Standing face to face
Enemies at war we build defences
And secret hiding places


Sobre a glória

Haviam de lutar até à morte
e muitos queriam-na. Incendiaram
templos e bibliotecas e encheram
vales, sentinas, praças, de cadáveres.
Procuravam o prestígio e obtiveram,
só algumas, anónimas honras
espalhadas em pedaços por museus.

Poeta que persegues recompensas,
nega se puderes que neste lugar,
longe de tertúlias e congressos,
onde vêm os putos para fumar
e mijar em capitéis e garrafas,
se enterram, ignorados, cinco impérios.


I don’t wanna fight (Tina Turner)

There's a pale moon in the sky
The kind you make your wishes on
Like the light in your eyes
The one I built my dreams upon
It's not there any longer
Something happened somewhere
And we both know why
But me, I'm getting stronger
We must stop pretending
I can't live this life

I don't care who's wrong or right
I don't realy wanna fight no more (Too much talking babe)
Let's sleep on it tonight
I don't really wanna fight no more (This is time for letting go)

I hear a whisper in the air
It simply doesn't bother me
Can't you see that I don't care
Or are you you looking right through me
Seems to me that lately
You look at me the wrong way and I start to cry
Could it be that maybe
This crazy situation is the reason why

I don't care who's wrong or right
I don't reaaly wanna fight no more (Too much talking babe)
Let's sleep on it tonight
I don't really wanna fight no more (Tired of all these games)
But baby don't you know
That I don't wanna hurt no more (It's time, I'm walking babe)
Don't care now who's to blame
I don't really wanna fight no more (This is time for letting go)

Hanging on to the past
It only stands in our way
We had to grow for our love to last
But we just grew apart
No, I don't wanna hurt no more

But baby don't you know
No I don't wanna hurt no more (Too much talking babe)
Don't care now who's to blame
I don't really wanna fight no more (Tired of all these games)
I don't care who's wrong or right
I don't really wanna fight no more (It's time, I'm walking babe)
So let's sleep on it tonight
I don't really wanna fight no more (This is time for letting go)


Leu a si mesmo
os versos que tinha escrito
e negou-se, para sempre,
a receber-se.
Era um mau poeta
mas um homem extraordinário.


Música:

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

Fundos
Kevin Kern

Ligações
James Brown, Diana Ross & Marvin Gaye, Savage Garden, Tina Turner

Textos:
Jordi Virallonga

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