Sons da Escrita 032

21 de Outubro de 2005

Segundo programa do ciclo Mário-Henrique Leiria

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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Mário Henrique Leiria

Telefonema (Mário Henrique Leiria)

Telefonaram-lhe para casa e perguntaram-lhe se estava em casa.
Foi então que deu pelo facto. Realmente tinha morrido havia já dezassete dias.
Por vezes as perguntas estúpidas são de uma extrema utilidade.


Telephone line (Electric Light Orchestra)

Hello. How are you?
Have you been alright, through all those lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely nights
That's what I'd say. I'd tell you everything
If you'd pick up that telephone yeah yeah yeah

Hey. How you feelin?
Are you still the same?
Don't you realize the things we did, we did, were all for real, not a dream?
I just can't believe
They've all faded out of view yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Doowop dooby doo doowop doowah doolang
Blue days black nights doowah doolang

When I look into the sky, the love you need ain't gonna see you through
And I wonder why the little things you planned ain't coming true

Oh oh Telephone Line, give me some time, I'm living in twilight
Oh oh Telephone Line, give me some time, I'm living in twilight

Ok. So noone's answering
Well can't you just let it ring a little longer longer longer oh oh ooohhhhh
I'll just sit tight through shadows of the night
Let it ring for evermore oh oh ooohhhhh yeah yeah yeah

Doowop dooby doo doowop doowah doolang
Blue days black nights doowah doolang

When I look into the sky, the love you need ain't gonna see you through
And I wonder why the little things you planned ain't coming true

Oh oh Telephone Line, give me some time, I'm living in twilight
Oh oh Telephone Line, give me some time, I'm living in twilight
Oh oh Telephone Line, give me some time, I'm living in twilight
Oh oh Telephone Line, give me some time, I'm living in twilight


Mário Henrique Leiria

Última tentação (Mário-Henrique Leiria)

E então ela quis tentá-lo definitivamente. Olhou bem em volta, com extrema atenção. Mas só conseguiu encontrar uma pêra pequenina e pálida.
Ficaram os dois numa desesperante frustação.
Não há dúvida que o Paraíso está a tornar-se cada vez mais chato! 


Adam raised a cain (Bruce Springsteen)

In the summer that I was baptized
my father held me to his side
As they put me to the water
he said how on that day I cried
We were prisoners of love, a love in chains
He was standin' in the door I was standin' in the rain
With the same hot blood burning in our veins
Adam raised a Cain

All of the old faces
ask you why you're back
They fit you with position
and the keys to your daddy's Cadillac
In the darkness of your room
your mother calls you by your true name
You remember the faces, the places, the names
You know it's never over it's relentless as the rain
Adam raised a Cain

In the Bible Cain slew Abel
and East of Eden he was cast
You're born into this life paying
for the sins of somebody else's past
Daddy worked his whole life for nothing but the pain
Now he walks these empty rooms looking for something to blame
You inherit the sins, you inherit the flames
Adam raised a Cain

Lost but not forgotten, from the dark heart of a dream


Mário Henrique Leiria

Rifão quotidiano (Mário-Henrique Leiria)

Uma nêspera
estava na cama
deitada
muito calada
a ver
o que acontecia 

chegou a Velha
e disse
olha uma nêspera
e zás comeu-a 

é o que acontece
às nêsperas
que ficam deitadas
caladas
a esperar
o que acontece


Tired of waiting for you (Kinks)

I'm so tired
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting for you 

I was a lonely soul
I had nobody till I met you
But you keep-a me waiting
All of the time
What can I do? 

It's your life
And you can do what you want
Do what you like
But please don't keep-a me waiting
Please don't keep-a me waiting 

'Cause I'm so tired
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting for you



Música:

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

Fundos
Megabyte

Ligações
Electric Light Orchestra, Bruce Springsteen, Kinks


Textos:
Mário-Henrique Leiria

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