Let's Separate!

Musiquinha nova! Fazia tempo que eu não fazia isso....

Rains today

Some clouds are covering the sun

Remember now when we were young

Those times are not so far away from now

Away from now

Now is cold
The good old boy is growing old

No friends

There are no hands to hold

It's only me without a word to say

A word to say

UUUUUUUHHHHH....

If you could see
The goodness inside of me

UUUUUUUHHHH...
Let's separate

Land from sky
Purple from grey

LALALALALALALALALALA....

Times is running

Time is running and I'm running

Running all against

It's an ilusion
You have no choice, my friend

John says that he just won't become a man

I feel so stupid
'Cause I don't understand....

UUUUUUHHHHHH....

If you could see.....

UUUUUUUHHHHH...

Let's separate

Water from wine

My love from your hate....

A Red Shoe and a Dragonfly

"Doesn't one always think of the past, in a garden with men and women lying under trees? Aren't they one's past, all that remains of it, those men and women, those ghosts lying under trees...one's happiness. one's reality?" - Kew Gardens, Virginia Wolf

I wavered
She stirred by the summer breeze
Spots of colour raised upon the surface
Staining heart-shaped leaves

She wavered about and I sought
the shade beneath a tree
a cool light breeze

She, turning ceaselessly in the grass,
yellow and green
between the drops of water

And I, a dash of colour,
As if my body had substance
not only blue and green to remembrance
dissolving in the atmosphere
thought I could say
'It's time we had our tea'

Samba-rock-leaves. The Dead Charuhlites

Estava discutindo minhas letras com o george no sábado(o que sei que é uma babaquice, mas estávamos um galão de vinho mais ricos na hora, então não nos culpem.) e...bom...essa aqui é letra que eu falo da minha absurda e permanente, mas, nem sempre infundada, paranóia.

Fools

Would you tell me if I made a fool

of myself

And everybody else

Well, They'd know it

Well, They already know it

And It's not fair they don't really know what we

we've been through

They think we're just playin' fools

I think I'm just plain fool

-ish

I'm buyin' Bullets for my Love (a música ia se chamar assim, mas o Beto sugeriu Fools...acho que é melhor)

I never knew this gun was meant for me

my friends they said

How don't you know

Yeah, how don't you know

Well I guess I did

but I just didn't

feel like it

feel or like it

Stupid Poetry

I half see you, half know you.
Take care if you turn now to face me.
For even in this room we are moving out through
stars
And forms that never let us back, your hand
lying lightly on my thigh and my hand on your
shoulder
Are transfixed only there, nor here.

What can you bear that would last
like a rock through cancer and white hair?

Yet it is not easy
to take stocks of miseries
when the soft light flickers
along our arms in the stillness
where decisions are made.
You have to look at me,
and then it's time that falls
talking slowly to sleep.

Coleção de saudades

Dead Leaves tocou, capenga, mas tocou. O bom é que foi do nada. Ninguém esperava, tava todo mundo sem instrumento e sem a Ju, mas deu certo... Nós fomos a única banda que tocou em todas as festas do Centro Aquariano, olha aí!!! É uma pena que lá vai acabar... Ô lugarzim bom de tocar!!! Eu só tenho boas recordações...

Agradecimentos aos Saulos, que cederam guitarra e baixo e ao Tomé, que é "O Cara". O agradeimento especial vai para a Red Run, que, ainda bem, disse que ia mas faltou... Uma bom jeito de tocar mais é estar preparado pra substituir esses caras onde quer que eles tenham dito que iriam tocar... É batata...

Pronto, o Centro Aquariano é mais uma coisa boa que se acabou... vai entrar prá minha pequena coleção...