Procura-se: Eu: novembro 2005

Love is an art

Quem sabe, sabe!...

Qualquer côr é bela

enquanto for preta

.

Henry Ford

Myself

by Sofia Amado

You look at me but what do you see?

Who I am or who you'll have me be?

I don't know what else I can give

Sometimes live and let LIVE

.

Down the corridor

You leave me wanting more

Looking back I'm on my knees

You never tease you just release

And with these chains you set me free

and with these CHAINS you set me free

.

Everything about me multiplies

The stars and the shadows in your eyes

Ask you if you'll LOVE me one more time

You say I do love you, love you

.

I tell myself I'll leave when I choose

I ask myself I have a good snooze

These questions never go away

They BURN like an eternal flame

.

Down the corridor you said you wanted MORE

Looking back I'm on my knees

You never tease you just release

With these chains you set me free

And with these chains you set me free

.

Everything about me multiplies

The stars and the shadows in your eyes

Ask you if you'll love me one more time

You say I do love you, love YOU

.

And with these chains, you set me free

With these chains, you set me free

.

And down the CORRIDOR

.

Multiplies

by A Guy Called Gerald

Vês?

"A arte não é feita com ideias, é feita com inteligência. Ideias toda a gente tem, mas reflectir nem todos conseguem."
.
José-Augusto França
Diário de Notícias
23 Outubro 2005
.
Nem sempre os idiotas são felizes.

Lady Lazarus

I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it -
.
A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot
.
A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.
.
Peel off the napkin
0 my enemy.
Do I terrify? -
.
The nose, the eyes pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.
.
Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me
.
And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.
.
This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.
.
What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunshing crowd
Shoves in to see
.
Them unwrap me hand and foot -
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen, ladies
.
These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,
.
Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.
.
The second time I meant
To last it out not come back at all.
I rocked shut
.
As a seashell.
They hand to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.
.
Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels like real.
I guess you could say I've a call.
.
It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical
.
Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:
.
'A miracle!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge
.
For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart -
It really goes.
.
And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood
.
Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.
.
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby
.
That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
.
Ash, ash -
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing here -
.
A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.
.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.
.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
.
Sylvia Plath
Ariel