Fistful of love *

I was lying in my bed last night
Staring at a ceiling full of stars
When it suddenly hit me
I just have to let you know how I feel

We live together in a photograph of time
I look into your eyes
And the seas open up to me
I tell you I love you I tell you I love you I tell you I love you
And I always will And I always will And I always will

And I know that you can't tell me
And I know that you can't tell me

So I'm left to pick up
The hints, the little symbols of your devotion
So I'm left to pick up
The hints, the little symbols of your devotion

I feel your fists
And I know it's out of love
And I feel the whip
And I know it's out of love
I feel your burning eyes burning holes
Straight through my heart

It's out of love
It's out of love

I accept and I collect upon my body
The memories of your devotion

I accept and I collect upon my body
The memories of your devotion

I feel your fists
And I know it's out of love
And I feel the whip
And I know it's out of love
I feel your burning eyes burning holes
Straight through my heart

It's out of love It's out of love It's out of love

(Straight through my heart)
It's out of love It's out of love It's out of love
(Straight through my heart)

Antony and The Johnsons

(... I was lying in my bed last night. Staring at a ceiling full of stars. When it suddenly hit me. I just have to let you know how I feel. We live together in a photograph of time. I look into your eyes. And the seas open up to me. I tell you I love you. And I always will. And I know that you can't tell me. And I know that you can't tell me. So I'm left to pick up. The hints, the little symbols of your devotion. So I'm left to pick up. The hints, the little symbols of your devotion. I feel your fists. And I know it's out of love. And I feel the whip. And I know it's out of love. I feel your burning eyes burning holes. Straight through my heart. It's out of love. It's out of love. I accept and I collect upon my body. The memories of your devotion. I accept and I collect upon my body. The memories of your devotion. I feel your fists. And I know it's out of love. And I feel the whip. And I know it's out of love. I feel your burning eyes burning holes. Straight through my heart. It's out of love. It's out of love...)

* (Porque estava lá. Porque estamos cá.) Oh give it to me! Oh give it to me! You know i want it... You know i want it... Oh poison me! Oh poison me! You know i want it... You know i want it...

Sopro

© Coucelo

Vejo-te chegar como a gazela vê chegar o incêndio.
Tua língua rasga o torpor das savanas austrais,
é raio rasgando-me a pele e a sede.
Cuidadosa e lentamente, aqui e acolá,
sopras pequenos fogachos, delícias de pirómano
que ardem devagar devagarinho na carne toda
em sulcos, lentamente, por baixo e por dentro.


Vens, como uma trovoada de chamas
inundar-me de ti, afogar-me na tua boca,
e divertes-te a saltar de charco em charco
semeando pequenos peixes verdes e azuis
como berlindes jogados e esquecidos,
à medida que o fogo se vai consumindo
e a cinza é toda de lava fumegante.


Do teu orvalho despontam verdes raízes,
todos os meus músculos de relva fresca,
um tapete de flores semeado a olho
mil cores de mil feitios e mil cheiros…
Um milagre recebido de joelhos e olhos rasos,
a explosão primordial toda fechada num casulo!


E depois, deitas-te a meu lado,
minhas mãos exaustas, suadas,
nas tuas mãos exaustas, suadas,
a pele toda ocre, o cheiro a terra mexida.
Nos teus olhos de amêndoas da lua
me perco, me banho, me purifico.
Como o dente-de-leão despedaço-me ao vento.