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"Tudo o que se refere ao homem é dotado de contingência"... Vidal de La Blache (geógrafo)

28.8.04

Sinto-me Nick. Cave ou Drake, "who cares"...

Sinto-me Nick. Nome amaldiçoado. Cave e Drake são artistas de renome, porém, um não se realiza no amor (Cave - onde estás, PJ?), o outro é famoso sem alguma vez ter tido o prazer de disfrutar de uma grande carreira - Drake morreu antes disso - morreu aos 27. Faltam-me 5, nem para isso sirvo. À maneira de cada qual são falhados. Inspiram-me, é compulsivo...
Não o posso evitar. Também o sou. Tento compreender-me, não consigo - e se eu não consigo, quem o conseguirá? Ou tentará?
Bem, penso que a cerveja em demasia me toma já conta do espírito, o melhor é terminar este post antes que me assalte alguma barbaridade. Deixo-vos, porém, meus leitores-fantasma, estas duas preciosidades provindas de dois dos mais profícuos artistas de todos os tempos. Já que se falha, que se falhe com emoção...


"WE CAME ALONG THIS ROAD

I left by the back door
With my wife's lover's smoking gun
I don't know what I was hoping for
I hit the road at a run
I was your lover
I was your man
There never was no other
I was your friend
Till we came along this road
Till we came along this road
Till we came along this road

I ain't sent you no letters, Ma
But I'm looking quite a trip
The world spinning beneath me, Ma
Guns blazing at my hip
You were my lover
You were my friend
There never was no other
On whom I could depend
Then we came along this road
We came along this road
We came along this road"

Nick Cave - No more shall we part

Kertesz - "Melancholic"

"SATURDAY SUN

Saturday sun came early one morning
In a sky so clear and blue
Saturday sun came without warning
So no-one knew what to do.
Saturday sun brought people and faces
That didn't seem much in their day
But when I remember those people and places
They were really too good in their way.
In their way
In their way
Saturday sun won't come and see me today.

Think about stories with reason and rhyme
Circling through your brain.
And think about people in their season and time
Returning again and again
And again
And again
And Saturday's sun has turned to Sunday's rain.

So Sunday sat in the Saturday sun
And wept for a day gone by."

Nick Drake - Five Leaves Left