Sons da Escrita 356

20 de Agosto de 2011

Terceiro programa do ciclo José Carlos Soares

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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José Carlos Soares

O que me queres, Outono

O que me queres, Outono,
a que baixa voz
recordas
tanto demónio
insuflável? Esquece

o nome, a terra já
na boca
do caminho. Outra será

a mão que me anuncia.


Acordo

Acordo
com um som de lágrimas
nos braços. É a aventura

vestida da cinza fria
do cansaço. Bebo
o atrasado veneno da espera, um lagarto

passeando-se na boca.


Devagar no chão

Devagar no chão
se enrolam as palavras
reverberam

noite dentro
com seu tição iluminado. São
serpentes na manhã

e já se esgueiram nos buracos.


Rattlesnakes (Lloyd Cole & The Commotions)

Jodie wears a hat although it hasn't rained for six days
she says a girl needs a gun these days
hey on account of all the rattlesnakes
she looks like eve marie saint in on the waterfront
she reads simone de beauvoir in her american circumstance
she's less than sure if her heart has come to stay in san jose
and her neverborn child still haunts her
as she speeds down the freeway
as she tries her luck with the traffic police
out of boredom more than spite
she never finds no trouble, she tries too hard
she's obvious despite herself
she looks like eve marie saint in on the waterfront
she says all she needs is therapy yeah
all you need is, love is all you need
jodie never sleeps 'cause there are always needles in the hay
she says that a girl needs a gun these days
hey on account of all the rattlesnakes
she looks like eve marie saint in on the waterfront
as she reads simone de beauvoir in her american circumstance
her heart, heart's like crazy paving
upside down and back to front
she says ooh, it's so hard to love
when love was your great disappointment


José Carlos Soares

A cantora velha

A cantora velha
apodreceu
encostada à jukebox. Só mesmo

o dono da taberna
atende àquela luz fechada
sobre os compassos da espera

e o poeta
cujas lágrimas insiste em
embebedar
arrasta pela mesa a letra morta.


São coisas destas

São coisas destas
que ninguém vê: os teus
poemas, a tua voz

atravessando o frio
fazendo sobressaltar a terra
e o coração.

Mas não interessam.

À porta do cinzento
cemitério
o meu coveiro lento
cercado está de crisântemos e tristezas.

Afazeres
que logo de manhã
teus passos travam.


Pequeno campo florido

Se te abraçar
bem junto ao coração
faz-me sentir

que tua sombra é minha
sombra, tua luz
é minha luz. E leva-me

flores, uma a uma
as dores da vida
devolve exaustas
nas cores do dia. Mata-me

os bichos todos, por favor
arranca os olhos
à mansidão.

E chora então comigo
o que encharcará a terra
agora disfarçada
de pequeno campo florido.


Flowers in the window (Travis)

When I first held you I was cold
A melting snowman I was told
But there was no-one there to hold before
I swore that I would be alone for ever more
Wow look at you now
Flowers in the window
It's such a lovely day
And I'm glad you feel the same
Cause to stand up, out in the crowd
You are one in a million
And I love you so
Lets watch the flowers grow

There is no reason to feel bad
But there are many seasons to feel glad, sad, mad
It's just a bunch of feelings that we have to hold
But I am here to help you with the load

Wow look at you now
Flowers in the window
It's such a lovely day
And I'm glad you feel the same
Cause to stand up, out in the crowd
You are one in a million
And I love you so
Lets watch the flowers grow

So now we're here and now is fine
So far away from there and there is time, time, time
To plant new seeds and watch them grow
So there'll be flowers in the window when we go

Wow look at us now
Flowers in the window
It's such a lovely day
And I'm glad you feel the same
Cause to stand up, out in the crowd
You are one in a million,
And I love you so
Lets watch the flowers grow
Wow look at you now
Flowers in the window
Its such a lovely day
And I'm glad you feel the same
Cause to stand up, out in the crowd
You are one in a million
And I love you so
Let's watch the flowers grow
Let's watch the flowers grow


José Carlos Soares

Esconde-te

Esconde-te ou
esconde-me. Desenha
uma prece no teu
lábio de pus e mexe

nos lilases
assim depressa
como quando o riso
o barco leva e mexe

nos milagres, nos seios
nos amargos testículos
da beleza.


Olham para nenhum

Olham para nenhum
lado. Negros, muito
negros invadem todos

os jardins da alma.
Pela manhãzinha
coberto está de flores

o cemitério.


Some flowers bloom dead (Wallflowers)

We didn't make it
We did not pull through
You shouldn't blame me
I don't blame you
Now what else did you think
that I would do?
ooooh as if it wasn't hard enough

I'm so tired of waking up
feeling bad
You haven't been the kind of place I have
Could it hurt you now
to let this pass?
oooooh as if it wasn't hard enough
You want to make it so much harder

Now in another world
I could learn to forget
But 'til then I'm here
making room for new regrets
Now some flowers they never bloom
And some flowers just bloom dead

The way you make me feel
I could collapse
An epidemic I cannot outlast
How could you feel used
when I feel trapped?
ooooh as if it wasn't hard enough

And just as my conscience
starts to clear
I drag the river and you're still there
The way I bring you down
could not compare
ooooh as if it wasn't hard enough
You want to make it so much harder

Now in another world
I could learn to forget
But 'til then I'm here
making room for new regrets
Now some flowers they never bloom
But some flowers just bloom dead
Now some flowers they never bloom
And some flowers just bloom dead

The way I sleep
this bed just can't be made
I pull the covers up around my head
Now when I think of me
I think of somebody else instead
As if it wasn't hard enough
You're gonna make it so much harder

Now in another world
I could learn to forget
But 'til then I'm here
making room for new regrets
Now some flowers they never bloom
And some flowers just bloom dead
Now some flowers they never bloom
And some flowers they just bloom dead


Surpreendi-o vivo
num cemitério de esperas. Bebia
o sangue das horas

enquanto a memória desenhava
ventos passeando
pelos cantos da boca.


Música:

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

Fundos
Philip Glass

Ligações
Lloyd Cole & The Commotions, Travis, Wallflowers

Textos:
José Carlos Soares

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