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 And I always will And I know you can't tell me I know 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

And 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
And 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

And 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 And I feel your burning eyes burning holes Straight through my heart It's out of love It's out of love

Give me a little bit serious love
Give me a little full love
Be full of love
Fists, fists, fists full of love...


Antony and the Johnsons/
Lou Reed
I’m a bird now
2005

fronteiras de viagem

de quando em vez dou por mim simplesmente a estar
envolta na penumbra desfocada do que vejo,

de quando em vez dou por mim a magicar
com vontade de pegar na minha mão e dançar,

de quando em vez dou por mim a pensar fora de mim
num espaço de sensações anónimas,

de quando em vez lá vou eu outra vez
de quando em vez chego lá

de quando em vez fico do lado de cá
no sofá de veludo azul
Solidão – ninho
onde o tempo me trespassa em radiografia
e se senta a meu lado,
e em paz se inspira
e respira
e no meu ombro descansa
para mais outra viagem
para mais outro corpo
de menina mulher
que de quando em vez se transporta para o lado de lá.

imagem: Cercle-Jaune,

wassily kandinsky