02 maio 2011

Roger Taylor



My new purple shoes
Bin amazin' the people next door
And my rock'n'roll forty fives
Bin enragin' the folks on the lower floor

I got a way with the girls on my block
Try my best to be a real individual
And when we go down to smokies and rock
They line up like it's some kind of ritual
Oh give me a good guitar
And you can say that my hair's a disgrace
Or just find me an open car
I'll make the speed of light outa this place

I like the good things in life
But most of the best things ain't free
It's the same situation just cuts like a knife
When you're young and you're poor and you're crazy
Young and you're crazy...

Oh give me a good guitar
And you can say that my hair's a disgrace
Or just find me an open car
I'll make the speed of light outa this place

01 maio 2011

todas as esperas
são nocturnas

todas as esperas
são longas planícies
onde vamos descalços
beber a noite azul

todas as esperas
são circulares
abandonadas
são gestos rápidos
nervosos
um desencontro de mãos

tu sabes o que são as ruas
longos braços que não
se cruzam, apenas tentam,
ensaiam abraços, estreitando-os,
mas tu não podias, tu não cabes
nessa rigidez,

e pedias um terramoto
um deslizamento
que encurtasse o espaço
entre os olhos, o tempo da espera

por essa rua que desce
até ao mar.