Florbela

"Sou talvez a visão que Alguém sonhou, Alguém que veio ao mundo pra me ver E que nunca na vida me encontrou!"

Mercy Street

Looking down on empty streets
all she can see
Are the dreams all made solid
Are the dreams made real
All of the buildings, all of the cars
Were once just a dream
In somebody's head
She pictures the broken glass,
pictures the steam
She pictures a soul
With no leak at the seam
Let's take the boat out
Wait until darkness
Let's take the boat out
Wait until darkness comes
Nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey
Nowhere in the suburbs
In the cold light of day
There in the midst of it, so alive and alone
Words support like bone
Dreaming of mercy street
Wear your inside out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of mercy street
Swear they moved that sign
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms
Pulling out the papers from drawers that slide smooth
Tugging at the darkness
Word upon word
Confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box
To the priest - he's the doctor
He can handle the shocks
Dreaming of the tenderness - the tremble in the hips
Of kissing Mary's lips
Dreaming of mercy street
Wear your inside out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of mercy street
'Swear they moved that sign
Looking for mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
Mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
Anne, with her father is out in the boat
Riding the water Rididing the waves On the sea

P.Gabriel

Anjo de Pedra

Já somos o esquecimento que seremos.
A poeira elementar que nos ignora
e que foi o ruivo Adão e que é agora
todos os homens e que não veremos.
Já somos na tumba as duas datas
do princípio e do término, o esquife,
a obscena corrupção e a mortalha,
os ritos da morte e as elegias.
Não sou o insensato que se aferra
ao mágico sonido de teu nome:
penso com esperança naquele homem
que não saberá que fui sobre a Terra.
Embaixo do indiferente azul do céu
esta meditação é um consolo.
Aqui. Hoje
Jorge Luiz Borges