Coquette

Guy Lombardo and His Royal Canadians

O Pequeno Sismo

Há um pequeno sismo em qualquer parte
ao dizeres o meu nome.
Elevas-me à altura da tua boca
lentamente
para não me desfolhares.
Tremo como se tivera
quinze anos e toda a terra
fosse leve.
Ó indizível primavera.

Eugénio de Andrade

Vintage

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public
doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W. H. Auden

Blowin'In the Wind

How many roads must a man walk down
Before they call him a man
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand
How many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they are forever banned
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

How many years must a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea
How many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free
How many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky
How many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry
How many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

Bob Dylan

Gold in the Air of Summer

Without giving anything away
I can say it's by the sea
It's a house that used to be
The home of a friend of mine

Without giving anything away
You'll find ships inside of bottles
When the garden's overgrown
The house is white, but the paint is coming off

I didn't know if you wanted to
But I came to pick you up
You didn't even hesitate
And now you and me are on our way
I think I've bought everything we need
Don't look back, don't think of the
All the places we should've been
It's a good thing that you came along with me

Gold in the air of summer
You'll shine like gold in the air of summer
You'll shine like gold in the air of summer
You'll shine like gold in the air of summer

Kings of Convenience

Fazes falta? Ó sombra fútil chamada gente!
Ninguém faz falta; não fazes falta a ninguém…
Sem ti tudo correrá sem ti.
Talvez seja pior para outros existires que matares-te…
Talvez peses mais durando, que deixando de durar…

A mágoa dos outros? … Tens remorso adiantado
De que te chorem?
Descansa: pouco te chorarão…
O impulso vital apaga as lágrimas pouco a pouco,
Quando não são de coisas nossas,
Quando são do que acontece aos outros, sobretudo a morte,
Porque é a coisa depois da qual nada acontece aos outros…

Álvaro de Campos