Marcha

10ª Marcha do Orgulho LGBT, Lisboa, 2009

Afinal não eramos assim tão poucos.

E, de qualquer maneira, só fez falta quem lá esteve :)

I'm miles from where you are

Snow Patrol & Martha Wainwright
Set The Fire To The Third Bar

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger increases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

Medo de dormir

"Meto os dedos no interior da massa negra do seu cabelo crespo e rebelde como toda a sua natureza, e desencanto os seus sorrisos ao compasso da música. Os mesu dedos são também pássaros entre folhagem de ébano profundo.

O meu pé busca o seu pé no meio deste oceano, em que se converteu a nossa cama. Uma cama em que não se fala; uma cama em que, sem outros trâmites, apenas se faz amor; uma cama em que o seu gelado silêncio e o seu formoso rosto, voltado para a parede, me transformam em náufrago. Num puro papel molhado. Num puro objecto à mercê do vaivém das marés.

(...)

Tenho medo de dormir. Medo do que possa suceder quando ultrapassar o véu que separa os dois mundos em que se converteu a minha vida.

Devagar, muito devagarinho, eu sumo-me na agonia da sua respiração. Quero entrar no seu "tempo", fundir-me com o seu arrítmico crepitar de toros húmidos que se negam a arder. Quem me dera dormir no seu sono para escapar do meu...

Fecho os olhos. Fecho os olhos. Fecho os olhos?"

María Elena Cruz Varela, A vingança de Joana d'Arc

Chasing Cars
Snow Patrol

We'll do it all,
Everything,
On our own.
We don't need
Anything
Or anyone.

If I lay here,
If I just lay here,
Would you lay with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel.
Those three words
Are said too much.
They're not enough.

If I lay here,
If I just lay here,
Would you lay with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old.
Show me a garden that's bursting into life.

Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads.
I need your grace
To remind me
to find my own.

If I lay here,
If I just lay here,
Would you lay with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old.
Show me a garden that's bursting into life.All that I am,
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see.
I don't know where,
Confused about how as well,
Just know that these things will never change for us at all.

If I lay here,
If I just lay here,
Would you lay with me and just forget the world?