O cinzento urbano

Por vezes a cidade é triste.

O Mapa

Olho o mapa da cidade
Como quem examinasse
A anatomia de um corpo...

(É nem que fosse o meu corpo!)

Sinto uma dor infinita
Das ruas de Porto Alegre
Onde jamais passarei...

Há tanta esquina esquisita,
Tanta nuança de paredes,
Há tanta moça bonita
Nas ruas que não andei
(E há uma rua encantada
Que nem em sonhos sonhei...)

Quando eu for, um dia desses,
Poeira ou folha levada
No vento da madrugada,
Serei um pouco do nada
Invisível, delicioso

Que faz com que o teu ar
Pareça mais um olhar,
Suave mistério amoroso,
Cidade de meu andar
(Deste já tão longo andar!)

E talvez de meu repouso...

Mário Quintana, in Apontamentos de História Sobrenatural

Incomplete

Albrecht Dürer, Lírio, WikiArt

I think we both can agree,
what I want is not always what I needed
and what I need is to be tattered to you
till all I see is there's no end in view
for this to never stop
is for it to never work
the endless lonely sorrow
would be my sanctuary, my church
for this to never stop
is for it to never work
it's not defeat
to feel incomplete
I finaly do believe
to bear the cross to love
the losses
how I succeded
all I need is to be tempted by you
to all I see is there's no end in view
I think we both can agree
what I want is not allways what I needed
all I need is to be tattered to you
forevermore that won't be true
for this to never stop
is for it to never work
the endless lonely sorrow
will be my sanctuary, my church
for this to never stop
is for it to never work
it's not defeat
to feel incomplete
for this to never stop
is for it to never work
for this to never stop
it's not defeat to feel incomplete
End