Perseu e Medusa (Divagação)

Parece-me que nada é real por lá

Parece-me que no fundo ainda vivo num resto do que já foi minha felicidade instantânea e ofensiva

Perseu matou a medusa porque entrou de costas no labirinto

Pois é, é muito mais fácil se ferrar entrando na ofensiva

Sou ofensivo

Excêntrico

Assim, você vira estátua e fica parado na porta

Porque cai na maldição do primeiro instante

Tem quem entre na ofensiva e se dá bem, mas esses são os cegos

Ou aqueles equilibrados que se garantem

A fábula nem sempre pode ser levada ao pé da letra

Mas é uma ótima metáfora

É bom ser defensivo de vez em quando

Afinal de contas.

The Gift (Trecho) - Velvet Underground

A música que mais fielmente pode representar os meus sentimentos do momento. Basta trocar os nomes dos personagens e uma palavra ou outra. De qualquer forma, esta música me deu inspiração para reescrevê-la em português com uma mudancinha ou outra na postagem de 6 de Julho de 2009 no meu blog http://pascholatti.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-brilhante-presente-de-aldo.html .

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But lately Waldo had begun to worry. He had trouble sleeping at night and when

he did, he had horrible dreams. He lay awake at night, tossing and turning

underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he

pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the smooth soothing of

some neanderthal, finally submitting to the final caresses of sexual oblivion.

It was more than the human mind could bear.

Visions of Marsha's faithlessness haunted him. Daytime fantasies of sexual

abandon permeated his thoughts. And the thing was, they wouldn't understand how

she really was. He, Waldo, alone understood this. He had intuitively grasped

every nook and cranny of her psyche. He had made her smile. She needed him, and

he wasn't there (Awww...).

Helplessness Blues

Música recém lançada pela banda Fleet Foxes, do álbum novo, ainda não lançado, previsto para 05/2011. Umas das canções mais lindas que já ouvi, sendo que a conheço por apenas dois dias. Para quem não conhece Fleet Foxes, vale a pena ouvir!

www.fleetfoxes.com

Segue a música:

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I was raised up believing
I was somehow unique
Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes
Unique in each way you can see

And now after some thinking
I'd say I'd rather be
A functioning cog in some great machinery
Serving something beyond me

But I don't, I don't know what that will be
I'll get back to you someday soon you will see

What's my name, what's my station
Oh just tell me what I should do
I don't need to be kind to the armies of night
That would do such injustice to you

Or bow down and be grateful
And say "Sure take all that you see"
To the men who move only in dimly-lit halls
And determine my future for me

And I don't, I don't know who to believe
I'll get back to you someday soon you will see

If I know only one thing
It's that every thing that I see
Of the world outside is so inconceivable
Often I barely can speak

Yeah I'm tongue tied and dizzy
And I can't keep it to myself
What good is it to sing helplessness blues?
Why should I wait for anyone else?

And I know, I know you will keep me on the shelf
I'll come back to you someday soon myself

If I had an orchard
I'd work till I'm raw
If i had an orchard
I'd work till I'm sore

And you would wait tables
And soon run the store

Gold hair in the sunlight
My light in the dawn
If I had an orchard
I'd work till I'm sore

If I had an orchard
I'd work till I'm sore

Someday I'll be
Like the man on the screen