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A hat full of dreams
05:40
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Stories of darkness may be secret
when the reconstruction of facts is no more than a renewal of blindness
the deep hurt of having been absent
at the right time when lights were confused forever
So I created a hat full of dreams to make things happen
Things were never seen or even imagined
and I traveled by heavenly woods and lakes
full of naked and perfumed nymphs
The wonder of my adventures is a mandatory bible for aspiring riders
because I have the gift of healing all the ills of this world
and all other worlds that may exist
When I sing, all the forest creatures dancing drunk
and the trees start to levitate
My church is my pure blood with which I signed a demonic contract
Fantasy is the greatest power of the universe
and I was the builder of this
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2. |
Miki (Tree Trunk)
02:12
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あの日ぼくらは木の幹を起点に激しくこすれあった
それはお互いの視界を磨き上げる情事であった
ふたりは見えなくなるほど幹を揺すったのだった
めまいがしなやかに光景を開くと
突然すべらかな水面が木の間から迫ってきた
ぼくらは湖を揺り落としたようだった
ぼくらの湖に満月が昇る
今夜は船を出そう
山脈が湖畔に濃い影を落とし
つやつやした夜がさざなみと接触する
魚の踊り場まで漕いでいこう
そこで笛を吹こう
すべての恋しい景色をなぞって
魚が吐く水糸みたいな息を静かに吹き込もう
樹木のうねりが交ざり合う山肌に
ぼくらのシルエットが溶け出すまで
かわるがわる笛をふきつづけよう
湖が寝息をたてるまで笛の音はこだまする
メロディは水草に絡まりながら水を噛み
林の中を駆けめぐる
幹はぼくらの体温を残して揺れている
夜は透明さを増して水面に溶け込む
そのためにぼくらはくっきりと目覚めていられるだろう
ぼくらの窓辺ではかたらいがつづく
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This endless domino
07:58
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before, during and after every revolution
there is a door that closes on a night
a city
a country
a people
we find ourselves drinking memories
relive memories
and everything else
but above all we have to laugh
or lament
for all that we are
or that we will never be
in this endless domino
that is our life
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4. |
Deuses cegos
03:22
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eu sei o que pensas
lá no fundo
onde nem as memórias se escondem
existe um processo inato de compreensão
que digere os pequenos sinais da vida
deuses cegos como pés de bailarina
que
paralisados
saltam
rocambolescos
por cima de tudo
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5. |
Kakusei (Awakening)
01:14
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目を閉じて
さらに閉じて
一番奥の目まで閉じて
どのような幻想も残像も見えなくなって
最後の一枚になった膜が
向こう側へとせり出した瞬間に
開いて来る目がある
視界は真に開かれて
ただ空間が満ち足りて
静けさで賑わっている
開かれた内奥の目によって
導かれた空が結び合わされると
世界は無傷なまま
覚醒する
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Eight horizons
07:01
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They tangled knits around the silences
that we feed on the route of eight horizons
where the lights disappeared
The time will come
to make endless sleeps
in the southern lands
and make love as who makes beautiful trips on dreams
Those days have paintings of hoarse voices
and sing to weird gods
but the true color of the sun
is the ephemeral trail where we live
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Chance is our great temptation
Build a wall or rebuild a castle or even recreate a world city
The vertigo of speed, challenge, luck, chance
The disturbing anguish of taking decisions
and the soft alienation of accepting the facts
Despite all the routes and all the extremely clear images,
we feel that we are moving in a permanent dense fog
Then there’s a piano,
there's the music and all the wandering to anywhere
And the utter fragility of being and feeling
Chance is really our great temptation
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Fog flakes
06:09
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Your words appear like fog flakes
slowly
as is fitting to a true storyteller
who enjoys the challenge of nothing saying
as a devourer mosaic
looking for some real sense
that simply does not need to exist
You told me that one day you have learn to speak like madmen
and you knew perfectly the end of games
and the end of journeys
You have taught me the names of things
and of the people
with whom you share your laziness
You told me about the places where you lived
where you left your troubles
and your ambitions
Or, in other words
your fears and your desires
that also
never managed to say absolutely nothing
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10. |
Luzires
07:04
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Veste a pele arrepios
com textura de borbulhas.
Ela é néscia,
mal sabe o que lhe está a passar.
O branco rosto enrubesce,
o corpo todo se aquece
em febris variações,
quente e gélida passa a sentir calafrios.
Posta em brasa, despe a pele que a sufoca e engessa,
repele a combinação de paúra,
incapaz de isolação do calor que lhe infesta a alma.
Quando nua
a embotoada em ternura enflora em flor de luxúria
de púrpuras graduações,
encanta-me o seu corpo rosado.
Ecoam os apelos cúmplices,
contraturas testam os brios,
é térmica a transmissão do calor,
fenômeno da natureza cientificamente provado.
Olhares dissimulados entrecruzam-se,
digladiam-se, atraem-se enquanto refutam-se
e em doçura harmonizam-se em infinitos luzires.
Com brandura acaricio-lhe a derme,
olho a olho, palma em pele,
o seu olhar agradece-me como se n’alma virgem tocasse,
é de amor que ela precisa...
São emoções que se encontram, entre o querer e o dúbio,
são almas que se enlaçam impolutas.
Desce a noite sobre ambos o negro lençol de linho,
afaga os anseios e instintos que incandescem os tecidos,
encobre e segreda o íntimo.
Tudo ferve e exige as mais ternas providências,
o resto é subentendido...
Ela é néscia, ela é néscia, é néscia,
mal sabe o que lhe está a passar...
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白い大陸が未来の陽にあたためられ
祝祭の草々でふさふさになっていく
踊る青色の地平が
あふれる蕾をいっせいに咲かせる
ここは五月という青い未来
ほんの少しだけ待った
ほんの少しだけ辛抱した
それだけでよかった
よろこびは海から上がってきた
よろこびは風が運んできた
橋のたもとのきらめく午後
やはりきみも未来からめぐってきた
いっしょに心の羽を拡げてみましょう
そしてほんの少し
そうですね いっしょに
あのジャスミンの丘まで駆けてゆきませんか？
そしてあの丘に名付けましょう
わたしたちの、五月の青と
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12. |
Behind imaginary scents
05:15
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we walked behind imaginary scents
for miles and miles of anxiety
under the sun and the rain
we were princes and paupers
and we slept with implausible brilliant minds
creators of everything and nothing
but the flesh is weak and the spirit is insecure
today they remain gentle
tomorrow they will become fractious
and so
we were doomed to live
always
on the edge of multiple depths
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