estradas perdidas

Atrás de casa, encoberta por tufos de erva daninha, silvas e bidões abandonados, o comboio de janelas iluminadas vinha das Quintãs e silvou depois do túnel em curva, em direcção a Aveiro. Ali ao lado há uma estrada, a minha primeira estrada. Mulheres e homens cruzam-na impelindo teimosamente os pedais das bicicletas. Junto à vitrine de um pronto-a-vestir lê-se "Modas Katita". De uma taberna, saem dois homens que se dirigem para duas Famel-Zundapp. Estrada perdida.

2004-10-24

A drive to Ventura by the coastline

Ventura
de Lucinda Williams (clicar no título para saber coisas sobre a Lucinda)

I think I'm gonna make myself a little something to eat,
Get a can down off the shelf,
maybe a little something sweet.
Haven't spoke to no one,
haven't been in the mood,
Pour some soup, get a spoon, stir it up real good.
Go out with a friend, they know the music might help,
But I can't pretend - I wish I was somewhere else.
I wanna watch the ocean bend,
The edges of the sun,
then I wanna get swallowed up
In an ocean of love.
Put on my coat, go out into the street,
Get a lump in my throat, and look down at my feet.
Take the long way home, so I can ride around,
Put Neil Young on and turn up the sound.
Drive up the coastline, maybe to Ventura,
Watch the waves make signs out on the water.
I wanna watch the ocean bend,
The edges of the sun,
then I wanna get swallowed up
In an ocean of love.
Stand in the shower,
clean this dirty mess,
Give me back my power,
and drown this unholyness.
Lean over the toilet bowl,
and throw up my confession,
Clense my soul, of this hidden obsession.
I wanna watch the ocean bend,
The edges of the sun,
thenI wanna get swallowed up
In an ocean of love.
I wanna watch the ocean bend,
The edges of the sun,
thenI wanna get swallowed up
In an ocean of love.