(quase) sempre que eu to sentindo um negocio que eu nao entendo o que é, vem uma virgínia e me explica que é tudo pra ser assim mesmo.

outono em outubro

so here you are, once again, welcome back: sweet october.


my favourite season, my favourite moment: com todas essas cores de sol chovendo vento frio: outubro em outono enquanto lá no sul eu nasci de primavera.

eu nasci de cabeca pra baixo, que nem todo bebe deve nascer: parto de hora marcada sem dor nem nada: coisa da minha imaginacao, porque ainda nao perguntei como foi e minha mae ainda nao me quiz dizer.

eu nasci pra cima e fez outono em outubro num dia de primavera e eu me enchi de nostalgia pra ser vivida vinte e poucos anos depois.

as cores de outubro e eu.

Today i saw my rio in the pages of a foreign magazine: ipanema and the city sun setting over the sea: favelas and some of us at swim, at swim two lovers, several lovers: my rio too mega that doesnt fit in me: got homesick. And decided id go my way down to sit by the sun once again and let it burn my skin, burn it to the end, to its (un)natural brown, burn it with the salty water to the sound of foamy waves: to and fro: with closed eyes so not to see all that i detest: hot blooded violence at 5 years old. But the smiles that i sometimes might fear are true smiles of hot blooded people i do not want to forget: while thinking of the pale faces tired through winter sitting hopelessly while thinking randomly about daily nothings in a very difficult sprache: german. All i want sometimes is some english in my carioques: the yelling. The sillyness. The lies. The loving and adoring that that shooting-sun pierces into them. when i grow old i wanna be a turist: rio shall remain my home. So i look at the picture and feel the fresh breeze of this summer morning: soon it is winter again and my rio will burn under fire and carnival: its been a year. And i travel in my mind to that moment im sitting in a bus laughing about we-dont-remember-what: beer in hand and best girl completing the scene – she is by my side: hej virginia, you know how much you mean to me. And i think of being down there with u again: 35 degrees at morning, a bit of tea, waves, drummond in bronze stolen glasses, you and i: photos because we like to pose: i like to. I like to be with you and hate this heat, humidity: it ruins my hair: when im out of there i can be whatever and i dont need to be anything: they used somehow to make fun of me.These white dreamy faces here are all very right: down there it is paradise, b-dream, carioca-sort-of-perfect-life. Cerveja com gosto de agua but love in its greatest intensity: into another intensity: ipanema and that girl i so quickly fell in love with: all the little thingies you can feel through the days: so intense: so sun-burned: so permanent when the seasons do not really change.they will laugh about my piercings, call me a cow, i will be clown if wearing my blue hair and coffee and tea will be tasteless once again. I look at this blue shaded picture in a magazine: i sit down by the beach and observe the hard work of happy miserable ones: my ones. Think of giving it a try and fear being forever stuck and trapped: praising the unknown old europe of sad fulfilled dreams: havent seen england and vienna smashes my heart: brasilien, i can barely write in my portuguese: exactly like all of us down by the beach :)

Im so lonely but thats okay, I shaved my head ...
And Im not sad
And just maybe Im to blame for all Ive heard ...
But Im not sure
Im so excited, I cant wait to meet you there ...
But I dont care
Im so horny, but thats okay ...
My will is good

So goodnight my dear
Hope youre feeling well
Hope yourre feeling very clear
In this song and rhyme
Thoughts of changes that
Keep ourselves intact

And yes
Its hard to fake but Im faltering
In the steps Im about to take
I am sure its true
What is all for me is much the same to you

If all the statues in the world
Would turn to flesh with teeth of pearl
Would they be kind enough to comfort me
The setting sun is set in stone
And it remains for me alone
To carve my own and set it free

So we wait and see
How this backward chapter reads
In verse inadvertently
And it feels like fading light
But thats all thats left

Only whats left is right

If all the statues in the world
Would turn to flesh with teeth of pearl
Would they be kind enough to comfort me
The setting sun is set in stone
And it remains for me alone
To carve my own and set it free

Jumping from a balloon
A carried aloft by a parachute in june
Twisting round and round
Well I hope the ground is what you find

The setting sun is set in stone
And it remains for me alone
To carve my own and set it free

Along the field as we came by

ALONG the field as we came by
A year ago, my love and I,
The aspen over stile and stone
Was talking to itself alone.
‘Oh who are these that kiss and pass?
A country lover and his lass;
Two lovers looking to be wed;
And time shall put them both to bed,
But she shall lie with earth above,
And he beside another love.’

And sure enough beneath the tree
There walks another love with me,
And overhead the aspen heaves
Its rainy-sounding silver leaves;
And I spell nothing in their stir,
But now perhaps they speak to her,
And plain for her to understand
They talk about a time at hand
When I shall sleep with clover clad,
And she beside another lad.

Alfred Edward Housman

Jeff: This should bring back some memories..I think...everything I do should bring back some memories
Interviewer: except for that last song..
J.: everybody has memories of love gone bad for some reason, especially if it's gone bad for reasons they don't know about..and they can never really figure out...that on..that last one was called 'Unorgiven' (ie:...which would be the old name of Last Goodbye)
I: is that a new song of yours...?
J: that's a song of mine, it's not new..
I: no?
J: no."

(...excuse me..)

Wise men say
It looks like rain today
It crackled on the speakers
And trickled down the sleepy subway trains
For heavy eyes could hardly hold us
Aching legs that often told us
It’s all worth it
We all fall in love sometimes

The full moon’s bright
And starlight filled the evening
We wrote it and I played it
But something happened it’s so strange this feeling
Naive notions that were childish
Simple tunes that tried to hide it
But when it comes
We all fall in love sometimes

Didn’t we? did we? should we? could we?
I’m not sure but sometimes we’re so blind
Struggling through the day
When even your best friends say
Don’t you find?
We all fall in love sometimes

hmmm...

Oh, yeah..
And only passing time
Could kill the boredom we acquired
Running with the losers for a while
And our empty sky was filled with laughter
Just before the flood
Painting worried faces with a smile

Wise men say
It looks like rain today
It crackled on the speakers
And trickled down the sleepy subway trains
For heavy eyes could hardly hold us
Aching legs that often told us
It’s all worth it
We all fall in love sometimes

oh oh oh...

We all fall in love some times...