because tomorrow is full of promises.

"standing firm on this stoney ground, the wind blows hard, pulls these clothes around. i harbor all the same worries as most, the temptations to leave or to give up the ghost. i wrestle with an outlook on life that shifts between darkness and shadowy light. i struggle with words for fear that they'll hear. but Orpheus sleeps on his back still dead to the world. sunlight falls, my wings open wide, there's a beauty here i cannot deny. and bottles that tumble and crash on the stairs are just so many people i knew never cared. down below on the wreck of the ship are a stronghold of pleasures i couldn't regret. but the baggage is swallowed up by the tide, as Orpheus keeps to his promise and stays by my side. tell me, i've still a lot to learn. understand, these fires never stop. believe me, when this joke is tired of laughing, i will hear, the promise of my Orpheus sing. sleepers sleep as we row the boat. just you and the weather and i gave up hope. but all of the hurdles that fell in our laps, were fuel for the fire and straw for our backs. still the voices have stories to tell of the power struggles in heaven and hell. but we feel secure against such mighty dreams as Orpheus sings of the promise tomorrow may bring. tell me, i've still a lot to learn. understand, these fires never stop. believe me, when this joke is tired os laughing, i will hear, the promise of my Orpheus sing."

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On a day like this...

"such a wonderful life... when it's weighing you down, are you in control? the suburban reign always stays the same, like the hollow smile, cracking up your face. take your battered soul, wear it like a crown. run a thousand miles 'till you hit the ground. all that numbs you. and the days roll into one, only numbers change. the world revolving around your spinning head. make the fences high. make the blinds go down, on the world outside. maybe the day will come when you wake up not feeling anything. no more tears. no more pain. take your bleeding heart, wear it on your sleeve. all that numbs you. stare into the sun, the blind relief. all that numbs you now. as the years roll into one, only numbers change. the world revolving around your spinning head."
Thomas Feiner

love you live #1

♥

in the 80's by João Lucas

"signalement: yeux bleus. cheveux châtins. Jane B. anglaise. de sexe féminin. âge: entre vingt et vingt et un. apprend le dessin. domiciliée chez ses parents. yeux bleus. cheveux châtins. Jane B. teint pâle. le nez aquilin. portée disparue ce matin. à cinq heures moins vingt. yeux bleus. cheveux châtins. Jane B. tu dors au bord du chemin. une fleur de sang à la main."

somewhere not here...

"i remember when you came, i can just recall that day. unexpected, undetected. if i'd have known, i still would have done it. so little time, so long to wait. a paradise within your eyes. all the things i could tell you, all the things i could show you. you're my waking thought, you're the smile on my lips. i dream i see your face, i see and dream of you. you were safe and warm, i was in your hands. we were moved in time to another space. somewhere not here...so little time... a thousand miles away, i'd like to fly to you. i immerse myself, i dream of you. if you were here we'd watch, if you here we'd see. you're my waking thought, you're the smile on my lips. somewhere not here...are you thinking of me? do i invade your dreams? a paradise within your eyes. i remember when you came. i can just recall that day... somewhere not here..."

take me flying...

touch my hand. fecho os olhos. os sons, o ritmo e as palavras entram no sangue, viajam pelo corpo e levantam-me do chão. it's only me. listen.i'm here. abro os braços. abro os olhos. fim de tarde. Verão. sobrevoo o mar. atiro-me contra as ondas. i'm laughing so you can't kiss me. mergulho. o cabelo solto agarra algas e conchas. i take your weight. aponto para as dunas altas. pouso os pés. atiro-me de novo e o meu corpo cobre-se de areia. colour me. cover me in colours. estico os braços. estico o corpo e levanto voo em direcção ao mar.  o corpo quente mergulha e cobre-se de espuma. you're heaven. taking over me now. volto a mergulhar. dou cambalhotas. estico o braços. estico o corpo. o coração bate forte. abro as mãos, abro os dedos. abro os braços e as pernas. o vento acaricia-me. levanta-me. embala-me. hold a minute. stop a minute.projecta-me para o sol. go.

e a música...

breathe...breathe...
j&Archive

the day i fell in love with Paris

Paris, 1976

by Ruy Bacelar

há já bastante tempo que tenho muita vontade de escrever sobre Paris. no entanto, sempre que me ocorre a ideia de o fazer, sinto um aperto no estômago e, rapidamente, arranjo uma razão para não o fazer. Paris, para mim, é pura emoção. passar "pura emoção" para a escrita ainda me é muito difícil. tenho receio de trair o que sinto. tenho receio de trair a cidade. de não saber escolher as palavras. daí ser um tema eternamente evitado e adiado. já comecei vários textos. nunca acabei nem guardei nenhum. a minha relação com esta cidade começou era eu ainda muito criança. ouvia a minha mãe, que nunca lá tinha ido, falar das viagens que o seu pai, o meu avô Zeca, fazia regularmente a Paris. o fascínio do meu avô e da minha mãe, acabou por me contagiar. e, porque havia muita literatura francesa em casa dos meus pais e porque sempre gostei de ler, fui conhecendo Paris através dos escritores que tanto a amaram. a música também ajudou. sempre fez parte da minha vida. começou também em casa dos meus pais a ouvir Brassens, Aznavour, Reggiani. cantores que visivelmente emocionavam a minha mãe e cuja música, aguçava a minha curiosidade pelos encantos desta cidade. a juntar a tudo isto, o meu amor adolescente por Jim Morrisson, que escolheu morrer em Paris, fez com que a curiosidade se fosse transformando em projecto. e, num dia de Verão em 1976, apanhei o Sud-Express no Porto e, cerca de dois dias depois, desembarcava na Gare de S. Lazare. tinha 15 anos e a vida toda à minha frente. estes dois factores fizeram toda a diferença na relação de amor que passei a ter com aquela cidade. there will always be Paris.
j

until i'm taken by these bolts of pain...

"so i'm waiting for this test to end, so these lighter days can soon begin. i'll be alone but maybe more carefree, like a kite that floats so effortlessely. i was afraid to be alone, but now i'm scared that's how i like to be. all these faces, none the same. how can there be so many personalities? so many lifeless empty hands, so many hearts in great demand. and now my sorrow seems so far away, until i'm taken by these bolts of pain. but i turn them off and tuck them away, until those rainy days that make them stay. and then i'll cry so hard to these sad songs, and the words still ring, once here, now gone. and they echo through my head everyday, and i don't think that they'll ever go away. just like thinking of your childhood home, but we can't go back, we're on our own...i'll find it in myself."

we are stardust...we are golden...

floating in space, amidst the shiny stars and planets, swept by the winds of the universe, i just let myself be guided. metheors are in the horizon or gently pass me by, leaving beautiful, shiny pathways as they disapear. now and then something touches my skin and i see familiar faces that bring me warmth and remind me of special places were i have been. i fear nothing. i seek nothing. i want nothing. i just feel everything is as it should be and that i am on my way home.
j

desire

"i got a feeling we are gonna win. our bodies make it perfect and your eyes can make me swim. then again, everything seems new. i can barely hold my tongue to say the least, i'm into you. and your eyes are saying more than we can talk and warmer than our bedroom sport. and your thighs, are kisses from the outside girl, that's all i need. i'll take you down the other road to breathe in something more. i'll find it harder to ignore the things i want you for. i know you don't want. i love you can sing. the music was at the start. the rhythm was all i needed to hear. a woman can treat my heart. when i press an ear up to your breast, i can hear the rhythm start, it's hard to tell our beats apart. so i hope you're listening right now, cause i can barely hold my tongue. the shit we do could warm the sun at night. twisted in a melting fall and sleeping with the scratching claws. and your words, let me know you're feeling me and seeing all the things i see. i'll take you down the other road, to breathe in something more. i'll find it harder to ignore the things i want you for. i know you don't want. i love you can sing. the music was at the start. the rhythm was all i needed to hear. a woman can treat my heart."

the space between us...

"this love doesn't need to feel love, doesn´t know it's love, doesn´t need a thing..."

Wonderful things did happen...

serendipity

there is a place amidst the stars where i can lay my head, my whole body, and just float without the fear of falling. there is such a place amidst the stars...
j