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© [m.m. botelho] | manuscrito | abril de 2007
Os textos pequeninos apresentam a grande virtude de pouparem as palavras.
Textos espartilhados em poucas linhas são a melhor forma de expressar. Dizer o que é, deixar outro tanto por dizer.
Não gosto de gastar as palavras nem de fazer dos significados solas rotas de sapatos velhos.
Poupar as palavras é poupar-me o coração à mágoa dos trilhos que nele rasgaram já tantos caracteres.
© [m.m. botelho], ao som de Lonely Carousel, de Rodrigo Leão, na voz de Beth Gibbons, do álbum Cinema [2004].
It's a look / This game we play / We can't escape / We have to attend / It's life you see
When I have tried to amuse myself / To celebrate the fun fair / The pleasures I seek / Are far too discreet for me
And all the time / The world unwinds / I can't deny the way I feel / The truth is lost beyond this lonely carousel / And all these words / They mean nothing at all / Just a cruel remedy / A strange tragedy / Of what will be
After I tried / To discover the answers to why / To look for a meaning / Inside of this dreaming I had
And words that I've said / Are spinning 'round / Would sing alone inside my head / Nothing will change / It's always the same / Please make it stop
And all the time / The world unwinds / I can't deny the way I feel / The truth is lost beyond this lonely carousel / And all these words / They mean nothing at all / Just a cruel remedy / A strange tragedy / Of what will be
And all the time / The world unwinds / I can't deny the way I feel / The truth is lost beyond this carousel.
Textos espartilhados em poucas linhas são a melhor forma de expressar. Dizer o que é, deixar outro tanto por dizer.
Não gosto de gastar as palavras nem de fazer dos significados solas rotas de sapatos velhos.
Poupar as palavras é poupar-me o coração à mágoa dos trilhos que nele rasgaram já tantos caracteres.
© [m.m. botelho], ao som de Lonely Carousel, de Rodrigo Leão, na voz de Beth Gibbons, do álbum Cinema [2004].
It's a look / This game we play / We can't escape / We have to attend / It's life you see
When I have tried to amuse myself / To celebrate the fun fair / The pleasures I seek / Are far too discreet for me
And all the time / The world unwinds / I can't deny the way I feel / The truth is lost beyond this lonely carousel / And all these words / They mean nothing at all / Just a cruel remedy / A strange tragedy / Of what will be
After I tried / To discover the answers to why / To look for a meaning / Inside of this dreaming I had
And words that I've said / Are spinning 'round / Would sing alone inside my head / Nothing will change / It's always the same / Please make it stop
And all the time / The world unwinds / I can't deny the way I feel / The truth is lost beyond this lonely carousel / And all these words / They mean nothing at all / Just a cruel remedy / A strange tragedy / Of what will be
And all the time / The world unwinds / I can't deny the way I feel / The truth is lost beyond this carousel.
