thunder road

the screen door slams
Mary' dress waves
like a vision she dances across the porch
as the radio playsRoy Orbison singing for the lonely
hey that's me and I want you only
don't turn me home again
I just can't face myself alone again

don't run back inside
darling you know just what I'm here for
so you're scared and you're thinking
that maybe we ain't that young anymore
show a little faith there's magic in the night

you can hide 'neath your covers
and study your pain
make crosses from your lovers
throw roses in the rain
waste your summer praying in vain
for a saviour to rise from these streets
well now I'm no hero
that's understood
all the redemption I can offer girl
is beneath this dirty hood

with a chance to make it good somehow
hey what else can we do now ?
except roll down the window
and let the wind blow
back your hair
well the night's busting open
these two lanes will take us anywhere

we got one last chance to make it real
to trade in these wings on some wheels
climb in back
heaven's waiting on down the tracks

and I know you're lonely
for words that I ain't spoken
but tonight we'll be free
all the promises'll be broken

there were ghosts in the eyes
of all the boys you sent away
they haunt this dusty beach road
in the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
they scream your name at night in the street
your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
and in the lonely cool before dawn
you hear their engines roaring on
but when you get to the porch they're gone on the wind

so Mary climb in
it's a town full of losers
and I'm pulling out of here to win

acordar

o sonho pede-me mais do que vivo,
e custa ser-se mais do que menos:
viver em sonos tão serenos,
é só tudo aquilo que consigo...

a verdade é mais triste e leal,
e adormece o morno acordar,
mas quer dormir, recordar, sonhar, um sono tão puro e irreal
e o pesadelo delicioso da minha vida,
que me acalma na mudez da minha insónia,
embravece a minha alma afónica, a minha tristeza enraivecida.

então, mistura-se o mau com o bom:
a raiva, a alegria, o poder, a rendição,
confundem-se com o espírito, o coração, a ausência e excesso de som,
o tempo perde-se em si,
enfraquecido, descontrolado, desnorteado, embriagado, esquecido...
do passado, do presente e do futuro,
e morre no seu próprio sonho, triste e comovido.

very pinkish, but true

Mais vale chorar a tristeza de um amor perdido do que sonhar com um oásis que se transformou numa miragem

middle of nowhere

great stories

"So, you ask, why am I'm telling you a story without a great ending? Because, as in all great stories, the end is never where you expect it to be..."

repetido

terror de te amar num sítio tão frágil como o mundo
mal de te amar neste lugar de imperfeição
onde tudo nos quebra e emudece
onde tudo nos mente e nos separa

Sophia de Mello Breyner

la chica de ayer

Un día cualquiera no sabes qué hora es, te acuestas a mi lado sin saber por qué.
Las calles mojadas te han visto crecer y con tu corazón estás llorando otra vez.

Me asomo a la ventana, eres la chica de ayer jugando con las flores en mi jardín.
Demasiado tarde para comprender, chica, vete a tu casa, no podemos jugar.

La luz de la mañana entra en la habitación, tus cabellos dorados parecen el sol.
Luego por la noche al Penta a escuchar canciones que consiguen que te pueda amar.

Me asomo a la ventana, eres la chica de ayer.
Demasiado tarde para comprender.
Mi cabeza da vueltas persiguiéndote.
Mi cabeza da vueltas…

she

simple, but complicated,
intelligent, but naïve,
innocent, but teasing,
sensitive, but tough,
strong minded, but with an open mind,
warm hearted, but cold to who doesn’t care,
pure, but sexy,
insecure, but confident,
extrovert, but reserved,
proud, but humble,
hurt, but smiling
ruthless, but forgiving
detached, but passionate,
funny, but serious,
loving, but free spirit,
lost, but determined,
lonely, but surrounded by friends [and more than that]
dreamily, but down-to-earth,
real, but magical
closed, but blooming
beautiful, no buts

lost look

...e um olhar perdido é tão difícil de encontrar
[assim] como o é congregar
[os sete] ventos dispersos pelo mar

Ruy Belo

steal my kisses

Now I've been around you for days
But when I'm leanin’ you just turn your head away
I know you didn't mean that
She said: I love the way you think but I hate the way you act

..and I always have to steal my kisses from you