sábado, 21 de agosto de 2010

Pati Yang....I've heard magic through the door....

Half stairs up, I stopped: too fast, maybe the key will turn, four white walls and only one echo, I guess I talk to myself again with tens of voices, schizoframed, Soul for me a little, before the soul is gone, Shake a little and speak a little more, Soul for me a little, feel a little, If you can feel at all, I thought: On three, the miracle would become real, Isn't that what you said? and then left, since the door has shut, the silence screams, against the only prayer I've had: soul for me a little, before the soul is gone, shake a little and speak a little more, soul for me a little, feel a little, If you can feel at….

miércoles, 18 de agosto de 2010

Cat Power .... Once I wanted to be the greatest, no wind or waterfall could stall me....

and then came the rush of the flood, Stars of night turned deep to dust, melt me down into big black armor, Leave no trace of grace just in your honor, Lower me down to culprit south, make 'em wash a space in town, for the lead and the dregs of my bed, I've been sleepin', lower me down, pin me in, secure the grounds for the later parade, Once I wanted to be the greatest, two fists of solid rock, with brains that could explain any feeling, Lower me down, pin me in,secure the grounds, for the lead and the dregs of my bed, I've been sleepin' for the later parade....

domingo, 15 de agosto de 2010

Cinema Strange.... In the fog, in the woods, at midnight, in a land where it's always winter....

I cut the thin skin of my ankles and the wind follows me like army. lashing like a bullwhip in the arctic, i fling icicles like bee-sting! stuck under glass, in the sphere, in the snowstorm, i shut my eyes and sleep in sleet!....