It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, everyday,and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

by
Oriah Mountain Dreamer

(thanks Robyn!)

Disse alguém que há bem no coração
Um salão onde o amor descança
Ai de mim que estou tão sozinho
Vivo assim, sem esperança
A implorar alguém que não me quis
E feliz, bem feliz seria
Coração meu, convém descansar
Soluçar mais devagar
Disse alguém que há bem no coração
Um salão, um salão dourado onde o amor sempre dança
Ai de mim que só vivo tão sozinho
Vivo assim, vivo sem ter um terno carinho
A implorar alguém que não me quis
E feliz então eu sei, bem sei que não mais seria
Meu, meu coração sem esperança
E vive a chorar, soluçar

João Gilberto

Je voudrais du soleil vert
Des dentelles et des théières
Des photos de bord de mer

Dans mon jardin d'hiver
Je voudrais de la lumière
Comme au Nouvelle Angleterre
Je veux changer d'atmosphère
Dans mon jardin d'hiver
Ma robe à fleurs sous la pluie de novembre
Tes mains qui courent, je n'en peux plus de t'attendre
Les années passent, qu'il est loin l'âge tendre
Nul ne peut nous entendre
Je voudrais du Fred Astère
Revoir un Latécoère
Je voudrais toujours te plaire
Dans mon jardin d'hiver
Je veux déjeuner par terre
Comme au long des golfes clairs
T'embrasser les yeux ouverts
Dans mon jardin d'hiver

Ma robe à fleurs sous la pluie de novembre
Tes mains qui courent, je n'en peux plus de t'attendre
Les années passent, qu'il est loin l'âge tendre
Nul ne peut nous entendre

Jardin d'Hiver by Satcey Kent
(Keren Ann Zeidel & Benjamin Biolay)

Me llaman calle, pisando baldosa
la revoltosa y tan perdida
me llaman calle, calle de noche, calle de día
me llaman calle, hoy tan cansada, hoy tan vacía
como maquinita por la gran ciudad

me llaman calle, me subo a tu coche
me llaman calle de malegría, calle dolida
calle cansada de tanto amar

voy calle abajo, voy calle arriba
no me rebajo ni por la vida
me llaman calle y ése es mi orgullo
yo sé que un día llegará, yo sé que un día vendrá mi suerte
un día me vendrá a buscar, a la salida un hombre bueno
pa toa la vida y sin pagar, mi corazón no es de alquilar

me llaman calle, me llaman calle
calle sufrida, calle tristeza de tanto amar

me llaman calle, calle más calle

me llaman calle, siempre atrevida

me llaman calle, de esquina a esquina
me llaman calle bala perdida, así me disparó la vida
me llaman calle del desengaño, calle fracaso, calle perdida
me llaman calle la sin futuro
me llaman calle la sin salida

me llaman calle, calle más calle
la de mujeres de la vida
suben pa bajo, bajan para arriba
como maquinita por la gran ciudad

me llaman calle, me llaman calle
calle sufrida, calle tristeza de tanto amar
me llaman calle, calle más calle

me llaman siempre, y a cualquier hora
me llaman guapa siempre a deshora

me llaman puta, también princesa
me llaman calle, es mi nobleza
me llaman calle, calle sufrida, calle perdida de tanto amar

me llaman calle, me llaman calle
calle sufrida, calle tristeza de tanto amar

a la puri, a la carmen, carolina, bibiana, nereida, magda, marga, 
heidi, marcela, jenny, tatiana, rudy, mónica, maría, maría

me llaman calle, me llaman calle
calle sufrida, calle tristeza de tanto amar
me llaman calle, me llaman calle
calle sufrida, calle tristeza de tanto amar
me llaman calle, me llaman calle
calle sufrida, calle tristeza de tanto amar
me llaman calle, me llaman calle
calle sufrida, calle tristeza de tanto amar

Manu Chao

I'm a pilgrim on the edge,

on the edge of my perception

We are travelers at the edge,

we are always at the edge of our perceptions.

--Scott Mutter, Surrational Images

I don't miss you anymore
Unless the moonlight's grey
Or on a stogy night
I just might miss you
A little bit

I don't miss you anymore
Unless it's a cloudy day
Or if the sun shines bright
I just might miss you
Not in there

I don't miss you
'Till the morning fills the air
Or the afternoon is fair
Or the evening light is barely there

I don't miss you
And you know is not a lie
Unless the moon is floating high above the perfect midnight sky

I don't miss you
'Till the morning fills the air
Or the afternoon is fair
Or the evening light is barely there

I don't miss you
And you know is not a lie
Unless the moon is floating high above the perfect midnight sky

I don't miss you anymore
Unless i close my eyes
Especially open wide
I see i miss you every day

Lisa Ekdahl

sobre o corpo

ainda o corpo domina a cena
fala, diz o poema,
estende-te no desejo,
eleva-te na ternura,
na tua razão de ser corpo.

vive, diz o poema,
acima do que é banal
e pouco e raso.
são estes os dias
nos quais viver tem significado.

liberta-te, diz o poema,
e ama.
este é o teu destino.


Sílvia Chueire