So in love with 80´s

Boa Páscoa

it ain't none

Go 'way from my window,
Leave at your own chosen speed.
I'm not the one you want, babe,
I'm not the one you need.
You say you're lookin' for someone
Never weak but always strong,
To protect you an' defend you
Whether you are right or wrong,
Someone to open each and every door,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

Go lightly from the ledge, babe,
Go lightly on the ground.
I'm not the one you want, babe,
I will only let you down.
You say you're lookin' for someone
Who will promise never to part,
Someone to close his eyes for you,
Someone to close his heart,
Someone who will die for you an' more,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

Go melt back into the night, babe,
Everything inside is made of stone.
There's nothing in here moving
An' anyway I'm not alone.
You say you're looking for someone
Who'll pick you up each time you fall,
To gather flowers constantly
An' to come each time you call,
A lover for your life an' nothing more,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

Bob Dylan

um lugar para ir visitando...

Rua de Baixo

Matemática do tempo

Segue em compasso o ângulo recto,
Mira-se a obtusidade do ser complexo,
E de repente tudo fica sem nexo,
Neste pedaço de papel perplexo e circunflexo .

Geometria das formas cabais do meu tempo,
Nostalgia romântica em prisma hexagonal,
e eu que teimo em seguir a linha recta tão mal.

Lírica harmónica concisa,
Contrai seus acordes em esferas de metal,
que se perdem em equações maravilhosas
em que se prende o teu abraço,
neste laço sem tempo e sem medo.

Ardósia inacabada, onde rabisco os meus números,
Saia de xadrez e trança idolatrada,
Deixa-me antever o meu tempo,
Com esta matemática mal-amada.