Joy Division

©Chris Steele-Perkins, 1978.

PLAY Joy Division- Love Will Tear Us Apart

When routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And resentment rides high
But emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways
Taking different roads

Then love, love will tear us apart, again
Love, love will tear us apart, again

Why is the bedroom so cold?
You've turned away on your side
Is my timing that flawed?
Our respect runs so dry
Yet there's still this appeal
That we've kept through our lives

But love, love will tear us apart, again
Love, love will tear us apart, again

You cry out in your sleep
All my failings exposed
And there's taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold
Just that something so good
Just can't function no more

But love, love wil tear us apart, again
Love, love will tear us apart, again
Love, love will tear us apart, again
Love, love will tear us apart, again

©Chris Steele-Perkins, Pakistan 1997

PLAY Sibelius - Etude op. 76 no. 2

Em que nome repousas,
quando o estado último das coisas não te basta?

Em que voz queres soar inteiro,
quando os fragmentos que colhes soam tão pouco a ti?

Sabes que te conheço
                          pelos nós

com que atas o firmamento à inquietude,

como se fossem meus os teus 

                         gritos sibilantes que te adivinham.

Talvez possas espreitar o limbo,

onde nada acontece.

Talvez devas rezar Adeus,

e simular um momento de despedida.

Ou, então, simplesmente forjar

                            um nome,

não sei...

mas sei que o estado último das coisas já não te basta,

e não tens onde

                           repousar.

Edmundo de Bettencourt

©Chris Steele-Perkins
Japan. Tokyo. Virtual Reality helmets. Tokyo motor show

PLAY Eddie Vedder - Guaranteed


A máquina prisioneira

A máquina acabava o dia a mastigar
e aos poucos os dentes lhe caíam
perdendo-se na espuma do ar negro,
ondulante, da fábrica.

Um desejo insubmisso
de cercar os átomos gigantes
vinha encher um braço
donde surgia um corpo
lacerado
sangrento!
e donde surgia um braço
cheio de sangue novo
que libertava a máquina!

A sorrir desdentada
a máquina adormecia...

Edmundo de Bettencourt, Poemas de Edmundo de Bettencourt, 

Assírio & Alvim

Guaranteed

On bended knee is no way to be free
Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently
All my destinations will accept the one that's me,
So I can breathe...

Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know
A mind full of questions, and a teacher in my soul
And so it goes...

Don't come closer or I'll have to go
Holding me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you...

Everyone I come across, in cages they bought
They think of me and my wondering, but I'm never what they thought
I've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive...

Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere
Underneath my being is a road that disappeared
Late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead
Overhead...

Leave it to me as I find a way to be
Consider me a satellite, forever orbiting
I knew all the rules, but the rules did not know me
Guaranteed