terça-feira, 26 de abril de 2011

Os gatos...

Os gatos

Gosto do gato
do gato gosto
que é animal irracional
de fino gosto.

Tem tanto trato
tanta finura
que mata o rato
com requintes de ternura.

Gosto do gato
do gato gosto
que é animal irracional
de fino gosto.

Lembro que um dia na sacada do meu prédio
havia um gato matulão com malapata
amava ele com paixão mas sem remédio
arisca gata porque aristocrata.

Fazia versos de sardinha prateada
ramos de espinhas com cheirinho a maresia
e a gata persa com esmeraldas na mirada
nunca ligava ao carapau nem à poesia.

Gato vadio animal da minha vida
gato com cio confessando-se ao luar
gato telhado esfomeado e sem guarida
e a gata persa que só come caviar.

Gatos de rua eriçados de verdade
lambendo os restos que há no fundo do desgosto
gato Cesário dos poemas da cidade
com olhos verdes que é a cor de que eu mais gosto.


José Carlos Ary dos Santos (1937 – 1984)

sexta-feira, 22 de abril de 2011

... afasta de mim esse Cálice...


Michael Ball
(Andrew Lloyd Webber/Tim Rice)

I only want to say
If there is a way
Take this cup away from me
For I don't want to taste its poison
Feel it burn me,
I have changed I'm not as sure
As when we started
Then I was inspired
Now I'm sad and tired
Listen surely I've exceeded
Expectations
Tried for three years
Seems like thirty
Could you ask as much
From any other man?

But if I die
See the saga through
And do the things you ask of me
Let them hate me, hit me, hurt me
Nail me to their tree
I'd want to know
I'd want to know my God
I'd want to know
I'd want to know my God
I'd want to see
I'd want to see my God
I'd want to see
I'd want to see my God
Why I should die
Would I be more noticed
Than I ever was before?
Would the things I've said and done
Matter any more?
I'd have to know
I'd have to know my Lord
I'd have to know
I'd have to know my Lord
I'd have to see
I'd have to see my Lord
I'd have to see
I'd have to see my Lord

If I die what will be my reward?
If I die what will be my reward?
I'd have to know
I'd have to know my Lord
I'd have to know
I'd have to know my Lord

Why, why should I die?
Oh, why should I die?
Can you show me now
That I would not be killed in vain?
Show me just a little
Of your omnipresent brain
Show me there's a reason
For your wanting me to die
You're far too keen on where and how
But not so hot on why
Alright I'll die!
Just watch me die!
See how, see how I die!
Oh, just watch me die!

Then I was inspired
Now I'm sad and tired
After all I've tried for three years
Seems like ninety
Why then am I scared
To finish what I started
What you started
I didn't start it
God thy will is hard
But you hold every card
I will drink your cup of poison
Nail me to your cross and break me
Bleed me, beat me
Kill me, take me now
Before I change my mind