Monday, August 1, 2011

Vocè abusou



Você abusou
Tirou partido de mim, abusou
Tirou partido de mim, abusou
Tirou partido de mim, abusou
Tirou partido de mim, abusou

Mas não faz mal
É tão normal ter desamor
É tão cafona é sofredor
Que eu já nem sei
Se é meninice ou cafonice o meu amor

Se o quadradismo dos meus versos
Vai de encontro aos intelectos
Que não usam o coração como expressão

Você abusou
Tirou partido de mim, abusou
Tirou partido de mim, abusou
Tirou partido de mim, abusou

E me perdoe se eu insisto nesse tema
Mas não sei fazer poema ou canção
Que fale de outra coisa que não seja o amor

Se o quadradismo dos meus versos
Vai de encontro aos intelectos
Que não usam o coração como expressão

Você abusou
Tirou partido de mim, abusou
Tirou partido de mim, abusou
Tirou partido de mim, abusou
Tirou partido de mim, abusou

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Sunday, May 15, 2011

A media luz






Corrientes tres cuatro ocho,
segundo piso ascensor,
No hay porteros ni vecinos,
adentro cocktail y amor.
Pisito que puso Mapple,
piano, estera y velador,
Un telefón que contesta,
una fonola que llora,
Viejos tangos de mi flor,
y un gato de porcelana
pa´que No maúlle el amor.

Y todo a media luz...
que es un brujo el amor,
A media luz los besos,
a media luz los dos.
Y todo a media luz,
crepusculo interior,
Que suave terciopelo
la media luz de amor.

Juncal doce veinticuatro
telefoneá sin temor,
De tarde, té con masitas,
de noche tango y champán.
Los domingos, té danzante
los lunes desolación.
Hay de todo en la casita:
almohadones y divanes
como en botica, cocó,
alfombras que no hacen ruído y mesa puesta al amor...

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Dolly Parton, The house of rising sun



There is a house down in New Orleans
Down in the Vieux Carr'e
A house they call the rising sun
Where love and money are made

My father he was a gambler
Mother died when I was young
And I've worked since then
To please the men
At the house of the rising sun

There is a house
Down in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
It's been the ruin of many a good girl
And oh God, you know I'm one

So mothers you go telling all your daughters
Not to do what I've done
To live a life of sin, shame and strife
In the house of the rising sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
It's been the ruin of many a good girl
And oh God, you know I'm one
Oh God, you know I'm one

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

The Letter



Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane,
Ain't got time to take a fast train.
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home,
'Cause my baby just a-wrote me a letter.

I don't care how much money I gotta spend,
Got to get back to my baby again
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home,
'Cause my baby just a-wrote me a letter.

Well, she wrote me a letter
Said she couldn't live without me no mo'.
Listen mister can't you see I got to get back
To my baby once a-mo'--anyway...

Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane,
Ain't got time to take a fast train.
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home,
'Cause my baby just a-wrote me a letter.

Well, she wrote me a letter
Said she couldn't live without me no mo'.
Listen mister can't you see I got to get back
To my baby once a-mo'--anyway...

Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane,
Ain't got time to take a fast train.
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home,
'Cause my baby just a-wrote me a letter.
Because my baby just a-wrote me a letter.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Monday, November 30, 2009

Somewhere



Someday, somewhere
We'll find a new way of living
We'll find a way of forgiving
Somewhere...
There's a place for us
Somewhere a place for us
Peace and quiet and open air
Wait for us
Somewhere
There's a time for us
Someday there'll be a time for us
Time together with time to spare
Time to learn, time to care
Someday, somewhere
We'll find a new way of living
We'll find there's a way of forgiving
Somewhere... Somewhere... Somewhere...
There's a place for us
A time and a place for us
Hold my hand and we're half way there
hold my hand and I'll take you there
Somehow...
Someday, somewhere...

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

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