Showing posts with label Jorge Palma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jorge Palma. Show all posts
Thursday, 12 March 2026
who are you again?
When your scent leads me to the corners of glimpse
And all truth in you is uncertain and so vast
Who am I to deny that your presence drags me?
Who are you, in the immensity of wonder?
Tuesday, 3 March 2026
I will continue
As long as there's a road to travel . We will continue . As long as there's a road to travel.
As long as there's wind and sea . We will not stop . As long as there's wind and sea.
Cheers
Labels:
1980,
80's,
90's,
David Byrne,
Jorge Palma,
Portugal,
talking heads
Wednesday, 24 September 2025
Thursday, 4 June 2020
Hey pal
This huge human being is turning 70 today.
I've been watching this great poet, composer, musician many times. Per example, last year I watched two of his concerts. And it's always a pleasure to watch this person humbly and generously sharing his art.
Congratulations, pal!
In the neighborhood of love, life is a merry-go-round
Where there's always room for someone else
The neighborhood of love was made with colored pencils
For the people who suffered from having no one
In the neighborhood of love time dies slowly
In a pipe rotating from hand to hand
In the neighborhood of love, there are those who ask smiling
Will we still be here at the end of the summer?
Hey pal, let me open with you
And vent to you
Tell you about my loneliness
Ah, it's good to smile a little
And to relax a little
I know you understand me well
In the neighborhood of love, life goes on the same
From cafe to cafe, from bar to bar
In the neighborhood of love the sun seems bigger
And there are waves of tenderness in every look
The neighborhood of love is a marginal area
Where there are no prisons or hospitals
In the neighborhood of love everyone has to deal
With their sentimental bruises
Hey pal, let me open with you
And vent to you
Tell you about my loneliness
Ah, it's good to smile a little
And to relax a little
I know you understand me well
I've been watching this great poet, composer, musician many times. Per example, last year I watched two of his concerts. And it's always a pleasure to watch this person humbly and generously sharing his art.
Congratulations, pal!
In the neighborhood of love, life is a merry-go-round
Where there's always room for someone else
The neighborhood of love was made with colored pencils
For the people who suffered from having no one
In the neighborhood of love time dies slowly
In a pipe rotating from hand to hand
In the neighborhood of love, there are those who ask smiling
Will we still be here at the end of the summer?
Hey pal, let me open with you
And vent to you
Tell you about my loneliness
Ah, it's good to smile a little
And to relax a little
I know you understand me well
In the neighborhood of love, life goes on the same
From cafe to cafe, from bar to bar
In the neighborhood of love the sun seems bigger
And there are waves of tenderness in every look
The neighborhood of love is a marginal area
Where there are no prisons or hospitals
In the neighborhood of love everyone has to deal
With their sentimental bruises
Hey pal, let me open with you
And vent to you
Tell you about my loneliness
Ah, it's good to smile a little
And to relax a little
I know you understand me well
Wednesday, 26 August 2015
someone again
When the window closes and becomes an egg / Or breaks in shards of blue and magenta sky /
And my gaze has reasons that the heart does not attend / Please tell me who are you, again?
When your smell takes me to the corners of the glimpse / And the whole truth in you is so vast and uncertain /
Who am I to deny that your presence drags me? / Who are you marvel at the vastness?
Networks are fleeting, the vanishing architectures / Of all the water flowing, of all the wind passing /
When a web rips I raise my glass to the moon / And I see in the mirror one more wrinkle coming
When the roof opens wide and merges with the moon / Pointinting me the way better than any star /
Nobody makes me doubt that you were always the most beautiful / Please tell me you are someone, again?
When the window closes and becomes an egg / Or breaks in shards of blue and magenta sky /
And my gaze has reasons that the heart does not attend / Please tell me who are you, again?
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
the star of the sea
Numa noite em que o céu tinha um brilho mais forte .. e em que o sono parecia disposto a não vir .. fui estender-me na praia sozinho ao relento .. e ali longe do tempo acabei por dormir . . Acordei com o toque suave de um beijo .. e uma cara sardenta encheu-me o olhar .. ainda meio a sonhar perguntei-lhe quem era .. ela riu-se e disse baixinho: estrela do mar . . Sou a estrela do mar .. só a ele obedeço, só ele me conhece .. só ele sabe quem sou no princípio e no fim .. só a ele sou fiel e é ele quem me protege .. quando alguém quer à força .. ser dono de mim . . Não sei se era maior o desejo ou o espanto .. mas sei que por instantes deixei de pensar .. uma chama invisível incendiou-me o peito .. qualquer coisa impossível fez-me acreditar . . Em silêncio trocámos segredos e abraços .. inscrevemos no espaço um novo alfabeto .. já passaram mil anos sobre o nosso encontro .. mas mil anos são pouco ou nada para a estrela do mar
It was a night with a brighter sky .. and sleep seemed unwilling to come .. I dwell on the beach alone under the sky .. and there far from the time I ended up sleeping . . I woke up with the soft touch of a kiss .. and a freckled face filled my sight .. still half dreaming I asked her who she was .. and she laughed and said quietly .. I'm the sea star . . I'm the sea star .. I just obey the sea .. only he knows me .. only he knows who I am .. in the beginning and in the end .. I am loyal only to him .. and he is who protects me .. when someone wants to own me by force . . I don't know if it was bigger my desire or my amazement .. but I know that for a moment I stopped thinking .. and an invisible flame burned my chest .. something impossible made me believe . . In silence we shared secrets and hugs .. and we signed up in space a new alphabet .. One thousand years have passed since our meeting .. But one thousand years are little or nothing to the Sea Star . . I'm the sea star...
Labels:
80's,
90's,
Jorge Palma,
Portugal
Sunday, 11 January 2009
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