Podia ser ave, e a fuga para o sonho seria o agora.
Do sentir empurro-me para uma nova manhã.
Nela o sol toca o mar
...e eu plano por aí.

Say no more!

if I've been with you for a fairly long time
may I call you, may I call you, may I call you mine
and you, unknown, have been with me
may it always, may it always, may it always be

please don't leave my side, remember I love you
none of what I have done wrong was really done against you
if you love me and I'm weak, then weaker you must love me more
to re-enforce what's also strong and all the love we have in store

by example you show me that living's alright
stay here with me, stay here with me, stay with me tonight
and come with me when I go into the bedroom
and we'll play bride, and we'll play bride
and we'll play bride and groom

you had not been born you know
what would I, what would I be then
I would not have had strength to grow
and be counted, and be counted among men

please don't leave my side, remember I love you
none of what I have done wrong was really done against you
if you love me and I'm weak, then weaker you must love me more
to re-enforce what's also strong and all the love we have in store

in the morning we'll wrestle and ruin our stomachs with coffee
won't we be, won't we be, won't be happy
and we will rise in anger, love and ardor
shining, shining, shimmering in love's armour

...






"Every time I hear Mr. Oldham's albums I want to leave it all behind and start a new life, being like him. I don't know if it's good or bad, but his music touches my heart and makes me believe in music. "

Desenho-me numa linha curva e corro para o infinito.
Na volúpia do arco, deixo-me adormeçer pelo desconhecido.
E a voz do vazio aqueçe-me, trazendo imagens de dias de onde o sol brilhava.
Agora, quando inspiro, parece-me que só o verbo conheceu vida.

"A música tem esse dois lados: o de unir muito as pessoas e o de fortalecer a solidão"
dizia o Arto Lindsay ao Blitz, em Abril deste ano.
Sabendo que não o é, sinto esta máxima como uma verdade absoluta.

Para mim, o Natal é apenas uma boa desculpa para estar com aqueles de quem mais gosto.

"Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile..."


.. now I can only wait for the tide to throw me on the shore.

A luz trilha um caminho limpo
Dele nascerá a verdade
que a matéria teima em lançar no caos.

Num turilhão desenfreado
procura um porto seguro
onde o calor a guarde.

Ah! os grilhões da rotina... aqueles que asfixiam a brisa que toca o rosto.
Num pulsar lento, o último fôlego chega com os primeiros raios de dia.

"Als das Kind Kind war..."

When the child was a child

there was the time for questions like-

Why am I me

and why not you?

Why am I here

and why not there?

When did time begin

and when did space end?

Isn't life under the sun just a dream?

Isn't what I see, hear and smell

just a vision of a world before the world?

Does evil really exist?

Are there people who are really evil?

How can it be that I who is me wasn't there

before I was

and that one day I who is me

shall no longer be what I am now?

When the child was a child

he choked on spinach, rice pudding,

peas and boiled cauliflower,

and now he eats it all

and not just because he must.


When the child was a child

he once woke up in a strange bed;

now this happens again and again.

Many people seemed beautiful then,

now very few do at all.

He had a precise picture of paradise

and now he can only make a guess.

He couldn't imagine nothingness;

today he trembles at the idea.

When the child was a child

he lived on apples and bread,

it was enough then and still is.


When the child was a child

berries fell into his hands and they still do.

He felt shy in front of strangers

and still feels the same.

He waits for the first snow

and is still waiting.

When the child was a child

he threw himself with spirit into his games,

and now he masters such involvement only

where work is concerned

construction in progress...