Sons da Escrita 033

28 de Outubro de 2005

Terceiro 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

O presente (Mário Henrique Leiria)

Ainda me lembro. O melhor presente que tive foi sem dúvida aquela flóber.
Toda a garotada da terra colaborou no meu entusiasmo. Íamos para o campo, pam pam, pardal aqui, pam pam, pardal ali.

A única arrelia que tive com ela foi quando um dia, sem querer, pam, acertei em cheio na tia Albertina.

Para castigo não me deixaram ir ao enterro.


Death of a clown (Kinks)

My makeup is dry and it clags on my chin
I'm drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin
The lion tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore
The lions they won't fight and the tigers won't roar 

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
So let's all drink to the death of a clown
Won't someone help me to break up this crown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Let's all drink to the death of a clown 

The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor
Nobody needs fortunes told anymore
The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees
And frantically looking for runaway fleas


Mário Henrique Leiria

O regresso (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! 


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 are planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous and 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


Mário Henrique Leiria

Noivado (Mário-Henrique Leiria)

Estendeu os braços carinhosamente e avançou, de mãos abertas e cheias de ternura.
– És tu Ernesto, meu amor?
Não era. Era o Bernardo.
Isso não os impediu de terem muitos meninos e não serem felizes.
É o que faz a miopia.


Storybook of love (Mark Knopfler)

Come my love I'll tell you a tale
Of a boy and girl and their love story
And how he loved her oh so much
And all the charms she did possess
Now this did happen once upon a time
When things were not so complex
How he worshipped the ground she walked
And when he looked in her eyes he became obsessed.

My love is like a storybook story
But it's as real as the feelings I feel
My love is like a storybook story
But it's as real as the feelings I feel
It's as real as the feelings I feel

This love was stronger than the powers so dark
A prince could have within his keeping
His spells to weave and steal a heart
Within her breast but only sleeping

He said, "Don't you know I love you oh so much
And lay my heart at the foot of your dress?"
She said, "Don't you know that storybook loves
Always have a happy ending?"
Then he swooped her up just like in the books
And on his stallion they rode away



Música:

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

Fundos
Edison

Ligações
Kinks, Pink Floyd, Mark Knopfler

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