Manafonistas

 
„Time is as weak as water
I’m kneeling on the shore
Showers, palmfronds
Cross me spilling
Silver, sidewalks
Lips so red world so wide
Around my head
Waiting
Time is as weak as water
I taught myself a lesson
I put myself to sleep
Sirens, jasmin
Jasper, flagpole
Tree top, sidewalk
Tuesday night, magnolia
Along my street
Later
I taught myself a lesson“
 

„Noite de hotel
E a presença satânica é a de um diabo morto
Em que não reconheço o anjo torto de Carlos
Nem o outro
Só fúria e alegria
Pra quem titia Jagger pedia simpatia“
 

I never had a dog. But as I was a child the chemist´s dog was enthusiastic about every encounter with me so I was allowed to take her for walks. I crossed the playground and went to the fields. In the west, at the horizon, there were the mountains and I liked it to look at them every day, observed how the light changed them. These mountains, not too far away, part of my future. Can you feel sad without being sad? I have been searching a really good moment with my mother. I asked my uncounscious for help and suddenly appeared my father, and he looked beautiful, a picture with no background, and I knew immediately: This is a dream. Then, a pause. As if someone pressed a button on the remote-control. Just for a second, I felt the power to influence it. But I prefered not to. Loneliness is always a reliable friend and companion to stand the mysteriousness of life.

If you are to fall in love
Then where should you stand to begin with?
And when the falling’s done
How bad should you plan to get injured?
And if you land on your feet
Do it count as a fall or a jump?
And do it feel like a fall
When the hands that pushed you were holding you up?
 
 
 

 

Here is an important letter from Transylvania. The Count wishes to buy a house in our city.
It’s a good opportunity for you. The Count is rich, and free with his money.
You will have a marvelous journey.
 
And, young as you are, what matter if it costs you some pain – or even a little blood?
 
The house facing yours … that should suit him. Leave at once, my young friend. And don’t be frightened if people speak of Transylvania as the land of
 
 
 
phantoms.