On Spring The fields are Green

Verdes são os campos,
De cor de limão:
Assim são os olhos
Do meu coração.

Campo, que te estendes
Com verdura bela;
Ovelhas, que nela
Vosso pasto tendes,
De ervas vos mantendes
Que traz o Verão,
E eu das lembranças
Do meu coração.

Gados que pasceis
Com contentamento,
Vosso mantimento
Não no entendereis;
Isso que comeis
Não são ervas, não:
São graças dos olhos
Do meu coração.

De Luis Vaz de Camões, musicado por Zeca Afonso

Recordo

Saudade sábia

Muro de musgo cimentado à pele
quais pombas degoladas nos beirais.
Era o tempo do corpo bicho célere
sôfrego de água por entre os rosais.


memória da saliva e seus arreios
de corcéis as patas são aladas
de um cio ganhado no suor dos seios.


Guelras biscoitos beijos no jardim
- de carne viva nutre-se o segredo.
E as cruéis questões: «Tu gostas de mim?»

retratos mordiscados quase a medo
sexinas que se afagam com receio
que o cavalo nos dentes leve o freio...

Tired

I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave
Your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now, I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me, I've been alone all along

When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me, me, me

That's what friends are for

And I never thought I'd feel this way
And as far as I'm concerned
I'm glad I got the chance to say
That I do believe I love you

And if I should ever go away
Well, then close your eyes and try to feel
The way we do today
And then if you can remember

Keep smilin', keep shinin'
Knowin' you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
For good times and bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for

Well, you came and opened me
And now there's so much more I see
And so by the way I thank you

Whoa, and then for the times when we're apart
Well, then close your eyes and know
These words are comin' from my heart
And then if you can remember, oh

Keep smiling, keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
In good times, in bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
Oh, that's what friends are for

Whoa... oh... oh... keep smilin', keep shinin'
Knowin' you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
For good times and bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for

Keep smilin', keep shinin'
Knowin' you can always count on me, oh, for sure
'Cause I tell you that's what friends are for
For good times and for bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for (That's what friends are for)

On me, for sure
That's what friends are for
Keep smilin', keep shinin'

The Warrior Dream

The warrior dreams like the Gunner:

Floating down through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now.
But in the space between the heavens
and the corner of some foreign field
I had a dream.
I had a dream.
Good-bye macs,
Good-bye Ma.
After the service when you're walking slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell
And touch the silk in your lapel
And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream.
A place to stay
"Oi! A real one ..."
Enough to eat
Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud
About your doubts and fears
And what's more no-one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no-one kills the children anymore.
And no one kills the children anymore.

Night after night
Going round and round my brain
His dream is driving me insane.
In the corner of some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight.
What's done is done.
We cannot just write off his final scene.
Take heed of the dream.
Take heed.

Aquela Janela

Quando era menino, foi-me dada uma vez uma frase: aquela janela. Sobre ela desfiei muitas linhas que se perderam no tempo, ficando apenas a memória feliz. Não sei se vem daí a paixão pelas janelas, ou se teria antes encontrado uma paixão inconsciente que já existia.
Há provavelmente infinitas imagens que podemos ligar a uma janela mas julgo que, algures, juntei a janela a uma mulher. Hoje, quando olho para aquela mulher à janela, todas as emoções como que se juntam num sem fim de recordações.
Julgo que houve tempos em que a janela estaria fechada, e não sei se já está aberta, actualmente. Por vezes não sinto e não vejo sequer janela que não aquela, ou uma outra, da Lapa, sobre o Tejo, e a mais gratificante e mais nostálgica das imagens que guardo.
Através dela inspirava tudo e lançava tudo: vociferava poemas para a noite e ouvintes desconhecidos, choros de harmónica, gritos lancinantes de fúria e desespero, ou apenas o olhar, a perder-se na distância.
Raras vezes a janela sobre o Tejo me trazia tempestades, mas quando acontecia eram belas, sobretudo se os raios faiscavam e tombavam em apoteose na água.
Sempre que hoje revejo o Tejo, sinto a magia da minha janela, de onde mergulhava nele e por onde ele penetrava em mim.

Honrar la Vida

Honrar la Vida

"No"…Permanecer y transcurrir
No es perdurar, no es existir
Ni honrar la vida
Hay tantas maneras de no ser
Tanta conciencia sin saber
Adormecida
Merecer la vida no es callar ni consentir
tantas injusticias
Repetidas
Es una virtud, es dignidad
Y es la actitud de identidad
Más definida

Eso de durar y transcurrir
No nos da derecho a presumir
Porque no es lo mismo que vivir
Honrar la vida

No permanecer y transcurrir
No siempre quiere sugerir
Honrar la vida
Hay tanta pequeña vanidad
En nuestra tonta humanidad
Enceguecida
Merecer la vida es erguirse vertical
Más allá del mal de las caídas
Es igual que darle a la verdad
Y a nuestra propia libertad
La bienvenida

Eso de durar y transcurrir
No nos da derecho a presumir
Porque no es lo mismo que vivir
Honrar la vida

Lara Lara Lara la Honrar la Vida

Fields of Gold

De manhã, sinto os pássaros
e o Vento no rosto.
Trás o vento o som
de campos de ouro
e o fogo a crepitar
enquanto susurras.
(Quando era menino
queria que os sonhos,
os bons,
não terminassem)

Detrás del miedo

si vos llegaste
como un augurio
inaugurando mis días
y reordenaste
pacientemente
las noches viejas
y frías

si fuiste obrero
de mi sonrisa
y en el dolor compañero
si descubriste
en mi mirada
detrás del miedo
tu imagen
y me dejaste el misterio
que no intente descifrar
y me enseñaste esa cosa
que no se como nombrar
y ahora duerme en mi costado
sin darme cuenta que es
que se despierta a mi lado
y alerta toda mi piel.

estoy dispuesta
a no buscarle
ni una razón
ni un sentido quedarme sola
con el silencio
de aquel espacio vacío
y me dejaste el misterio
que no intente descifrar
y me enseñaste esa cosa
que no se como nombrar
que ahora duerme en mi costado
sin darme cuenta que es
que se despierta a mi lado
y alerta toda mi piel

y me dejaste el misterio
que no intente descifrar
y me enseñaste esa cosa
que no se como nombrar
que ahora duerme en mi costado
sin darme cuenta que es
que se despierta a mi lado
y alerta toda mi piel.

LAURA CANOURA

Noite de Poesia no Tejo

De uma noite de poesia
junto ao Tejo
e de outras,
em lugares intangíveis
nasce a angústia
de um amor a fugir-me
e a beleza
de poder sonhar com ele.

Fields of Gold

Youll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
Youll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
Well forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold

See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that Ive broken
But I swear in the days still left
Well walk in the fields of gold
Well walk in the fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
Youll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold