Nós

É um chorar de mim desregrado por instinto
Da devoção doente que procuro e não arranho sequer
Dos pós de vazio, dos ventos de asfixia
Um querer olhar para trás cego de lucidez
Um roçar nauseante dos traços, das emoções ocas
É possuir nada por saber querer tudo
É dizer ilha por saber fingir o mundo
É cobardia encandeada a tactear os sentidos
Um despertar para a solidão que é ter-te
São memórias de nuncas e nadas, de fantasmas
São fins do que não é, princípios do que não foi
É um desfiar-me nos laços que não atam ninguém
São as palavras dos ausentes que não conheces
As estórias que mesmo assim queres contar

É um dizer de mim ensaiado por outros
Do vestido de agonia que trago e não possuo sequer
Das lamentações de ontem, das vontades de mais sol
Um saber caminhar para ti sem marcas de Norte
Um sentir lancinante dos passos, das luzes feridas
É estar de luto pelas cores que perdi
É estar cheia da tua ausência em mim
É fome transparente a pintar os corpos
Um acordar para a celebração que é superar-te
São revelações de rumores e sinfonias, de melodias
São passados que não sou, vidas que não fui
É um perder-me nos abismos que não esperam ninguém
São os gritos de me consumir e ser feita de nós
Os momentos que ainda assim quero desembaraçar

Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves

Ali Baba and the forty thieves
They had some cards up on their sleeves
Those naughty tricksy foxy foes
Though they had to stand on their toes

To reach the diamonds, it was their aims
And they could walk on floors of flames
But their cunning mothers were the trickiest
And they had to come on home really fast

Their song was ugly and childish as a dodo
Starting with "drink up me smarties yo ho"
They truly relied upon their remarkable brains
But while thinkin, one always said "oh, these thinkin' pains"

Forty were the thieves, with Mr. Baba forty one
Forty was the chosen number, and indeed a good one
The problem was they were too many
And they stumbled upon each other like some silly nanny

The gang liked to play, dance and sing
Among burglars and criminals, a common thing
And often on boring arabian nights
They thought "naah, for today enough of fights"

Hamud Bebe was the expert on knifes
Abdulah Dada the one with sixty wives
Bidel Hidi felt at peace sleeping on the floor
And Ebdibul Bubu simply liked the number four

There wasn't much to do, on this burning land
Except perhaps counting yellow grains of sand
It is said some old Adin Din knew the total of them all
But he died before he had time to write it on a wall

One of these days Ali Baba had a nightmare
One of those called a darn good scare
Something about bombs blood and tombs
He said "gotta do something to prevent our dooms"

He realized all the arabian minds were a mess
"Yeah, we're pretty loopy, I've gotta confess"
So in order to be remembered as something nice
He conjured a plan, with sugar and spice

"Ali Baba and the forty thieves", sounds swell
Guys and swords, it's ordinary but oh well
Anyway, a great legend will never be a shame
So a legend and a story they happily did became.

Instintos

Miss the start

[Knock, knock, and knock]
I'm coming! [Some steps] Who is it?
It's me. [A door opens] Hey. I just passed by to give you this.
You're such a terrible liar. I know why you're here.
No you dont.
Yes I do.
No you dont.
Yes I do.
No you dont.
Will you stop it? [He stops] Give me that.
I erm - I broke a string.
Don't worry, it's ok. Im sure there are still too many las and fas left. Let's see...
[la la fa and so on]
Yeah, that's cute. But we need some lyrics.
You start.
No, you start.
You start.
I said -
Ok, ok, fine. [He starts]

I-I just came by 'cause I know you'll be gone for a while
I know I always show up when you'll be gone for a long time
I guess I'll have to admit there were some feelings we blend
When you said you wanted to pack the sorrows of our homeland
Here we are now, trying to avoid the sound of goodbye
Actually, we can't hear a thing at all except this long, silent cry
[Sound of angry neighbour: Shut up! and some bangs with a broom. The boy gets along, anyway.]

Here's the deal
You'll miss the plane
Before it really leaves
(Be sure to forget your baggage as well)
It'll fly away, away
Like life's just a ride in the skies

Here's the deal
You'll miss the start
Before it really begins
(You'll remember not to cross that line as well)
You'll drive away, away
Like loves just an easy traffic sign

Here's the deal
Well miss this kiss
Before it really happens
(Well remember not to think about it as well)
We'll let it get away, away
Like this is just a waste of time

You didn't need to get so lame. I just asked for some kind of truth.

Fresh Sunshine

I should be singing some goodnight melodies
To these insolent thoughts of mine
I should shout like mamma did
Quiet down and leave, if you please
But they're screaming around
Like little monsters, aloud
And I certainly am losing my patience
Fresh sunshine
Come, bury the fake light of the night
Fresh sunshine
Wash this morning's big crime
I get some warm greetings from the window
Try to lie down for a moment
Still, they sabotage my slumber
Pointing a gun at my reveries
Those little thieves
Here they come again
And I certainly am leaving this train
Fresh sunshine
Come, throw some light over here
Fresh sunshine
Make all this bright and clear