it's all about blues...: é isso.

terça-feira, 27 de janeiro de 2009

é isso. alcool, café, algumas mordidas, cigarros, potencial ocioso, esse sou eu.

marvin, ban, lou reed...já não faz mais diferença.

procurando, esses somos nós, só procurando.

I let her go. I let her go
Diminished and flat, as after radical surgery.
How your bad dreams possess and endow me.

I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.

I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me:
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

Clouds pass and disperse.
Are those the faces of love, those pales irretrievables?
Is it for such I agitate my heart?

I am incapable of more knowledge.
What is this, this face
So murderous in its strangle of branches? ¾

Its snaky acid kiss.
It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults
That kill, that kill, that kill.

Sylvia Plath