censored (IV)

(Boogie Nights, 1997)

this modern love (III)

It's way too late to be this locked inside ourselves
The trouble is that you're in love with someone else
It should be me. Oh, it should be me
Sacred parts, your get aways
You come along on summer days
Tenderly, tastefully

And so may, we make time
Try to find somebody else
This place is mine

You said today, you know exactly how I feel
I had my doubts little girl
I'm in love with something real
It could be me, that's changing!

(C'mere, Interpol)

this modern love (II)

Oh well do you, do you do you want to?
Oh well do you, do you do you want to, want to go
Where I've never let you before?
Oh well do you, do you do you want to?
Oh well do you, do you do you want to, want to go
Where I've never let you before?

(Do You Want To?, Franz Ferdinand)

this modern love (I)

Don't get offended
If I seem absent minded
Just keep telling me facts
And keep making me smile
Don't get offended
If I seem absent minded
I get tongue-tied
Baby, you've got to be more discerning
I've never known what's good for me

(This Modern Love, Bloc Party)

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It's like finding home
In an old folk song
That you've never ever heard
Still you know every word
And for sure you can sing along

But love it would be much better
Love it would be much better
Love it would be much better
Love it would be much better
I know, I know

(A Sight to Behold, Devendra Banhart)

"The story of a reckless woman"

autumn rhythm (V)

You toss in a word
I'm your villain
I see the passion emerge
I'm your villain
But serious
You're so serious
Like a waiter
Hating the rich
But taking their tips

If I could laugh I'd love you
If I could smile at anything you said
We could be laughing lovers
I think you'd prefer to be miserable instead
If I could love I'd love you
If I could love like anybody else

I know what I am
I'm your villain
I don't give a damn if
I'm your villain
Because serious
You're so serious
But I've got ready salted
ready on your belly
If you want to have fun

See you later

(I'm Your Villain, Franz Ferdinand)

autumn rhythm (IV)

Não posso adiar o amor para outro século
não posso
ainda que o grito sufoque na garganta
ainda que o ódio estale e crepite e arda
sob montanhas cinzentas e montanhas cinzentas
(...)
não posso adiar para outro século a minha vida
nem o meu amor
nem o meu grito de libertação

não posso adiar o coração

(António Ramos Rosa, em Viagem através Duma Nebulosa)

para ficarmos todos mais alegres...

Umberto Boccioni, Study for The Laugh (1910-11)

"que é que queres agora"
"não sei", disse eu, "vim cá por isso"
novo silêncio
(...)
"vamos começar a falar?"
(...)
"não quis pensar na coisa, percebes? nem quero ainda."

(tudo em... A Noite e o Riso, Nuno Bragança)