Fé Cega Faca Amolada

" Agora NãO pergunto mais aonde vai a estrada
Agora não espero mais aquela madrugada
Vai ser, vai ser, vai ter que ser, vai ser faca amolada.
O brilho cego de paixão e fé faca amolada
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quinta-feira, 26 de agosto de 2010

Bob Dylan


Like A Rolling Stone

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?


terça-feira, 24 de agosto de 2010

Ao pó retornaremos.


Jesus Diz torcido (em) histórias



Crescimento

Para crescer é preciso mudar
e toda mudança implica em riscos,
A passagem do conhecido para o desconhecido.

quarta-feira, 4 de agosto de 2010


Nenhuma mulher me basta
Mesmo que se meta a besta
Mesmo que se finja casta
Venha rindo numa cesta
Hare-krishna, puta ou rasta
Dê-me prazer, reza, êxtase
Chegue quando o mal se afasta
Nenhuma mulher me basta

A não ser esta, assim é esta
A não ser esta, assim é esta

Que traga ouro na testa
Dê forma à disforme pasta
Seja a única que resta
De matéria que não gasta
Tenha gestos sem arestas
Arre na festa nefasta
Trigo pro pão, luz na fresta
Nenhuma mulher me basta

Fedra, Medéia, Jocasta
A cachorra da moléstia
Peste que me arrasta
Cura pra minha imodéstia
Couro de anja, pele de ginasta
Pôr-do-sol que resta
Sou sozinho, a vida é vasta
Nenhuma mulher me basta

terça-feira, 3 de agosto de 2010

São Vuador














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São paulo,
pelos homens e por eles coloridas,
esconde por ruas, veadutos e esquinas a triste constatação de que
nossos vícios mudaram....
Pouco vívida não  igual ao sertão, mais árida em toda falta de terra e nenhum resquício de pedra.
Inalar, fumar...
O ar falha na  intuição de voar;
Não tens idéia da falta que faz!