Nossa Música

When languages are mixed.

Chegamos no momento

Estou confusa

Cheia de insegurança e superstição

Estou sentindo falta do seu violão

Dedos nas cordas

Música em volta

Ajuda os sentidos, solta

Agora nós chegamos no momento

Lips only sing when they cannot kiss

And darling it is you that I'm missing

I know your trouble road goes far behind

And if we take a rest

We return to hapiness

Our hearts are fragile but our love is strong

Olha para trás, não dá para ver

Cedo demais para entender

Já flutuamos em cima e afogamos no mar

Paixão que medo que dá

Tem mais que nós dois

O passado é presente, sempre vai ser

Nossa música nesse momento

Ela é Carioca

Celebrating the 40 years of the 25th of April we still talk about «her». When I begin to reflect about the colors of freedom, rather than white, or red from carnations, I see a tall yellow sun reflected over the sea and mirrored on the horizon. It is very hard to open your eyes and see through what we have to live. Carioca is a native from Rio de Janeiro, where there's a sense of joy in the air. I believe Freedom is from Brasil. In music, we can change the language but the main part remains.

The Awakening Of A Woman

Good thing to write in English is that the effort to write poetic prose fades. The reason is I do not have the full capacity to evaluate the quality of my writing when I write in another language. On the other hand, I have much more to say in Portuguese, and always in the broadest and most creative sense. The composition is more pure, the notes are released more naturally. Energy is lost in translation. I need literature in English, reading great novels to improve my performance. In the meantime, I've been listening to the new poem of Matilde Campilho and felt exactly this feeling. That is good. Too good to miss. And I miss writing in my language. It's my way of freedom.

Song On The Beach

Impossible love or not so... if the passion is an illusion. I know it is not impossible. Some species of love and merriment do not conform hearts. I understand nothing about loving a machine but that feeling might live in a small gap between being awake and the other place where you want to get to sleep. After that stage in mind, you wake completely empty. And no smell of other skin, without the touch of the hair, without the heat that reaches the bodies millimeters apart. No nothing because love is too much important.

Your Ghost

A ghost is something that you left behind. It is created mentally and reinvents itself. Then, all things seem what they aren't. There was a large huge palace and one day the windows were broken and all silences crawled up inside. There was a sense in the air of all that had been there before. Ghosts belong to memories and memories are ghosts.

«These Ghosts Are Not Mine» @ Monsanto, Lisboa 

I think last night, you were driving circles around me. 

Atoms for Peace (Four Tet Remix)

«Love hides in molecular structures» J.M.

No more going to the dark side

With your flying saucer eyes

No more falling down a wormhole

That I have to pull you out

Wriggling, twiggling worm inside

Devours from the inside out

No more talk about the old days

It's time for something great

I want you to get out

And make it work

So many lies

So many lies

So many lies

So many lies

So feel the love come off of them

And take me in your arms

Peel all of your layers off

I want to eat your artichoke heart

No more leaky holes in your brain

And no more false starts

I wanna get out

And make it work

So many lies

So many lies

So many lies

So many lies

So feel the love come off of them

And take me in your arms

I wanna get out

And make it work

I want you to get out

And make it work

I'll be ok

So many lies

So many lies

So many lies

So feel the love come off of them

And take me in your arms

John Wayne Gacy, Jr

About mistakes, about different genre of human beings. Best behavior or worst. First impressions. Are they all? 

«Vanity» @ Pousada de Alvito 

What about a clown without nothing to laugh about? Lines painted on the face masking the true expressions. I wonder if the world should create us all. Is childhood the most important part and what makes us who we are? The environment? Microcells from earlier generations mixed in our bodies? Some songs are pretty much amazing. People are amazing. People as a whole, an one thing. The title of this song belongs to a monster. Even so it inspired a song, and it isn't the first time I drive to something like this. There are bad people out there. Some others, have good hearts. I feel blessed because I know unforgettable people: Summer people which are the ones full of light.

 

Someday

Sometimes I realize things, when I least expect. Today in conversation with a big big friend I realized again that the simplest things in life are the ones that most interest me. Hopefully, I wont forget it again. And I promise to make an effort to always keep things in their simplicity. The rest will dictate the future, because I don't drive the boat alone. Moreover, I have a particular sense to feel everything in my unusual way. Nobody talks about the colors of certain animals, instead we listen about the selfies' phenomenon, other passing fads and different momentary crises. I am a lucky person. I do not know how many things will not fit in my bags and how many of these I will take with me. 

«Popinjays» @ Jardim Zoológico, Lisboa 

I wonder what's coming for me. I will do my best./ You say you wanna stay by my side. Someday and that day is soon.

Disarm

A new idea can be either silly, or good, or both. It can be done because it runs in my head and I find it exciting to follow. Look at the sun and think about the endless list of ideas that never happened. What about the lack of substance that slightly appears on the surface? I don't believe in an unique technique and I don't mind to repeat the word «failure». Sometimes, doing the opposite without critical logic might be the best way to succed. The number one rule is never to mortgage my own life. Then, disarm her (life) with a smile or two. Not dreaming is the largest excuse. Instead, I feel the best part of me is all over in me and what I choose it's my choice. 

Under the Westway

«Campo de Tremocilhas» @ Galp, Sines 

«Now it's magic arrows hitting the bull

Doing one eighty still standing at last call

When the flags coming down

And the Last Post sounds

Just like a love song

For the way I feel about you

Paradise not lost it's in you

On a permanent basis I apologize

But I am going to sing»

Again, I can sing. Hallelujah.