porquê um escrito errante e cifrado fere tanto?

Distantes as que parecem aves só porque deslizam

num bando disposto por um tino que mal suspeitamos

sobre o ninho ameaçador que submerge o céu inteiro,

sem ouvirmos os brados que supomos entrelaçam

para se manterem cúmplices e avançarem em arco,



na cinza escrevem-no para quem, ao olhá-las, tudo tema.

Atinge-nos assim uma elegia átona, a súplica num perigo

onde logo nos precipitamos sem conhecermos defesa.

Manietados, acorremos a este apelo a ninguém

que se abeira e intensifica até ser uma seta

contra nós expedida por esse arco incessante.

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joséBentoAlgunsMotetosFotosCarlaSalgueiroMariaFlores
abaixoHerbertoHélderImagemdehttp://jugioli.blogspot.com/

Paradise
Is exactly like
Where you are right now

Only much much

Better «««««««»»»»»»»»

I saw this guy on the train
And he seemed to gave gotten stuck
In one of those abstract trances.
And he was going: "Ugh...Ugh...Ugh..."

And Fred said:
"I think he's in some kind of pain.
I think it's a pain cry."

»»»»»»»»»»»»»»«« And I said: "Pain cry?

Then language is a virus."
Language! It's a virus!
Language! It's a virus!
Well I was talking to a friend

And I was saying:
I wanted you.
And I was looking for you.
But I couldn't find you. I couldn't find you.

And he said: Hey!
Are you talking to me?

Or are you just practicing
For one of those performances of yours?

Huh?
Language! It's a virus!
Language! It's a virus!
He said: I had to write that letter to your mother.
And I had to tell the judge that it was you.

And I had to sell the car and go to Florida.

Because that's just my way of saying (It's a charm.)

»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««««

That I love you. And I (It's a job.)

Had to call you at the crack of dawn (Why?)

And list the times that I've been wrong.Cause that's just my way of saying

That I'm sorry. (It's a job.) «««««««

Language! It's a virus!Language! It's a virus!

Paradise

Is exactly likeWhere you are right nowOnly much much (It's a shipwreck,)
Better. (It's a job.)
You know? I don't believe there's such
a thing as TV. I mean -They just keep showing you
The same pictures over and over.

And when they talk they just make sounds

That more or less synch upWith their lips.
That's what I think!
Language! It's a virus!
Language! It's a virus!

««««««««««»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»» Language! It's a virus!

Well I dreamed there was an island
That rose up from the sea.
And everybody on the island

Was somebody from TV.

And there was a beautiful view

But nobody could see.

Cause everybody

on the island

Was saying: Look at me! Look at me!

»»»»»»»»
Look at me! Look at me!

Because they all lived on an island
That rose up from the sea.And everybody on the island
Was somebody from TV.
And there was a beautiful view
But nobody could see.

Cause everybody on the island
Was saying: Look at me! Look at me! Look at me!
Look at me! Look at me! Why?
Paradise is exactly like
Where you are right now

Only m u ch mu ch better.

.LanguageIsAVirusLaurieAndersonAlterado.

.as palavras....

ainda não sei quase nada delas.

há dias em que me são completamente estranhas.

.de chumbo.

e então este texto de laurie anderson.que ela canta.diz.

até a manhã...