Julie Delpy - A Waltz For A Night
Chaves, Agosto de 2007
O vento levar-nos-à
In my small night, ah
the wind has a date with the leaves of the trees
in my small night there is agony of destruction
listen
do you hear the darkness blowing?
I look upon this bliss as a stranger
I am addicted to my despair.
listen do you hear the darkness blowing?
something is passing in the night
the moon is restless and red
and over this rooftop
where crumbling is a constant fear
clouds, like a procession of mourners
seem to be waiting for the moment of rain.
a moment
and then nothing
night shudders beyond this window
and the earth winds to a halt
beyond this window
something unknown is watching you and me.
O green from head to foot
place your hands like a burning memory
in my loving hands
give your lips to the caresses
of my loving lips
like the warm perception of being
the wind will take us
the wind will take us.
Forugh Farrokhzad
Noir Désir - Le vent nous portera
Hospice for Destitute Lovers
Gosto de parvoíces, disparates. Desatinos e dislates. Gosto de filmes impossíveis, personagens estranhos e bizarros. Gosto do absurdo, do ilógico, do infantil, espontâneo e estúpido. E gosto tanto de mim quando também eu sou assim.
Woodenhead
Steve Abel & Mardy Potter
Fantasporto, Fevereiro de 2005
Livro dos Amantes
Pusemos tanto azul nessa distância
ancorada em incerta claridade
e ficamos nas paredes do vento
a escorrer para tudo o que ele invade.
Pusemos tantas flores nas horas breves
que secam folhas nas árvores dos dedos.
E ficámos cingidos nas estátuas
a morder-nos na carne dum segredo.
Natália Correia
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