Ghettos of the heart

Too many hours in a day
Too many strangers in the street
The downtown, the mall, the bay
There’s no place for us to meet

I’m a fork without a knife
And I have a mouth to feed
But I got some strength left
My flowers grow even without a seed

In the ghettos of the heart
Only the hard ones survive
Calm down, take a deep breath
Count to five
For that handful of numbers
Only one name will come to mind
If so, take some time to be kind
There’s someone whose heart
Speeds up when you arrive
Try to understand it from the start
Or you’ll never make it out alive
From the ghettos of the heart…

No Map Enough

“I know I found a treasure
But I’m ready to throw way the key
I’ll trade it for a bit of sunshine
To allow me to warm my cold body

I’ll leave this entire beach behind
If the rain doesn’t stop pouring
I’m searching for something no map
Will ever help me find

My smile is just like a good secret,
It never lasts more than a second
But good secrets are shared…
I’d laugh if I dared”

Álvaro Graça - 19/10/2005

Upside Down

“Controlled chaos, happy sadness
Real dreams, natural artificiality

Yesterday, today, tomorrow

Fast break, full emptiness
Squared roundabouts, clear darkness

Yesterday, today, tomorrow

Home, strange home
Made of rocky sponges

Yesterday, today, tomorrow

I found that I’m lost
I left what’s right
I wanna say farewell to goodbyes
Is it OK to be KO?”

Álvaro Graça - 19/10/2005

Feeling Lost

"I feel like I'm throwing days away,
Living days without a date,
Blank calendar sheets that fall,
Like sad autumn leaves that will never wait

I feell like every step I take puts me further away from you,
Cause the road I walk just won't become familiar,
I can't remember where I've been, nor where I'm going to

Take me to a place I know,
Show me a smell I can recognize,
It seems like yesterday was a long while ago,
But I still remember it, felt like paradise

Fill my cup again, so I can have some energy,
I'm feeling low battery,
I don't need to feel a new taste,
Just to feel that this time is not a waste."

Álvaro Graça - 17 - 18/10/2005

Target

"I have an arrow, I have my bow,
I have the will, where is the target?

There is a feeling, there are a million reasons,
There is a witness, where is the target?

If there is flesh, If there are bones,
If there is blood, where is my mind?

I know the reason, I know the path,
My mind is on the target"

Álvaro Graça - 14/10/2005

Artes Mentais

Finalmente os intelectuais podem engatar miúdas! Agora ao dizerem que praticam SUDOKU, elas julgam ser uma arte marcial, ficam fascinadas por conhecerem um atleta, sentem-se protegidas e caem nos braços deles... Mas também, se caem numa dessas, não devem ser muito interessantes!

Dealers

Muito, muito obrigado aos The Killers. "Mr. Brightside" dá-me combustível para aguentar o resto do dia. É a minha nova droga. Mas atenção, este dealer tem outros produtos também demasiado aditivos. Vale a pena conhecer o cardápio.

Errata

Numa recente visita, finalmente percebi porque é que muitos lhe chamam País de Galos! Perdoem a minha ignorância, apenas desfeita agora...

Distâncias mentais

Estou neste preciso momento a 2346 kms de casa, que demorariam cerca de 24h a percorrer. Impressionante o poder da mente... Num só segundo consigo ir lá e vir cheio de saudades!

Desastroso

Já imaginaram o perigo de um piloto de Rally contratar um co-piloto mentiroso? Devia dar um resultado engraçado. Mas certamente que o piloto não acharia grande piada...

Loneliness of heart

"When the fog opens my eyes
I don't feel the despair because my mind still sleeps,
I'm disconnected from the world but still my heart wheeps

When the night falls on me,
I'm already too tired to think,
My mind floats but my heart is starting to sink

The emptiness runs inside my veins,
That's why I don't feel the coldness in the streets,
I'm already too frozen for my heart to beat

But there's a light in an everlasting tunnel,
I don't need to touch it to know that it's you"

Álvaro Graça - 05-06/10/2005

Saudades

A página em branco, o cursor a piscar... Parece o meu coração... Vazio mas a bater!