Chagall
E essa música mando para alguém de um dos meus compositores e poetas preferidos
John Cale cantando corridinho
do not go gentle into that good night...
A vida é feita disso tambem notas dissonantes
que as vezes não dá pra acompanhar e repetir
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=maISWZ8Tpsc
Do not go gentle into that good night, / Old age should burn and rave at close of day; /Rage, rage against the dying of the light. // Though wise men at their end know dark is right, / Because their words had forked no lightning they / Do not go gentle into that good night. // Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright / Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, / Rage, rage against the dying of the light. // Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, / And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, / Do not go gentle into that good night. // Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight / Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, / Rage, rage against the dying of the light. // And you, my father, there on the sad height, / Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. / Do not go gentle into that good night. / Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Amor é o olhar total, que nunca pode
ser cantado nos poemas ou na música,
porque é tão-só próprio e bastante,
em si mesmo absoluto táctil,
que me cega, como chuva que cai
na minha cara, de faces nuas,
oferecidas sempre apenas à água.
Fiame Hasse Pais Brandão (Cenas Vivas)