Cavalo em Fuga

All alone in the danger zone Are you ready to take my hand? All alone in the flame of doubt Are we going to lose it all?

I could never leave you and the city lights I could never beat the storm in your eyes The storm in your bright eyes

All alone in the danger zone Are you ready to take my hand? All alone in the flame of doubt Are we going to lose it all?

Love came in between the space and the city lights Only I receive the stars in your eyes The stars in your dark eyes

All alone in the danger zone Are you ready to take my hand? All alone in the flame of doubt Are we going to lose it all?

Let’s put some light into our lives But keep the storm that’s in your eyes Let’s put some light into our lives

All alone in the danger zone Are you ready to take my hand? All alone in the flame of doubt Are we going to lose it all?

All alone in the danger zone Are you ready to take my hand? All alone in the flame of doubt Are we going to lose it all?

To lose it all To lose it all

Anne Sexton, A Morte do Amor

Eu sou a assassina do amor,

assassino a música que julgávamos tão especial,

que resplandecia entre nós os dois, repetidamente.

Assassino-me, onde me ajoelhava diante do teu beijo.

Rasgo com facas as mãos

que criaram duas em apenas uma.

Mas neste acto as nossas mãos não sangram,

permanecem silenciosas na sua desonra.

Retiro os botes das nossas camas

e inundando-os, deixo-os tossir no meio do mar,

e que se engasguem e se afundem em direcção a nada.

Abafo-te a boca com as tuas

promessas e observo

a forma como as vomitas no meu rosto.

O Campo que dirigimos?

Eu gaseei os campistas.

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Agora estou sozinha com os mortos,

saltando de pontes,

lançando-me, como uma lata de cerveja, para o lixo.

Voo como uma simples rosa vermelha,

deixando para trás um vento forte,

de solidão

e no entanto, não sinto nada,

apesar do meu voo e impulso

as minhas entranhas estão vazias

e o meu rosto é tão inexpressivo como uma parede.

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Será que devo chamar o agente funerário?

Ele poderia colocar os nossos dois corpos num único caixão cor-de-rosa

aqueles corpos de antigamente,

e poderão enviar flores,

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e poderão aparecer para nos velar

e apareceria na página de óbitos

e as pessoas saberiam que algo morreu,

já não existe, já não fala, nem sequer

guiará de novo um carro e tudo o resto.

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Quando uma vida acaba,

aquele por quem tu vivias,

para onde vais?

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Trabalharei à noite.

Dançarei na cidade.

Vestir-me-ei de vermelho para um incêndio.

Olharei para o Charles atentamente

adornado com as suas longas correntes de néon.

E os carros passarão.

Os carros passarão.

E a mulher de vestido vermelho

não gritará

dançando na sua própria Ellis Island

que se revolve em círculos,

dançando sozinha

enquanto os carros passam.

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Tradução: sara a. costa

Revisão de tradução: Filomena Antunes

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Killing the Love

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I am the love killer,

I am murdering the music we thought so special,

that blazed between us, over and over.

I am murdering me, where I kneeled at your kiss.

I am pushing knives through the hands

that created two into one.

Our hands do not bleed at this,

they lie still in their dishonor.

I am taking the boats of our beds

and swamping them, letting them cough on the sea

and choke on it and go down into nothing.

I am stuffing your mouth with your

promises and watching

you vomit them out upon my face.

The Camp we directed?

I have gassed the campers.

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Now I am alone with the dead,

flying off bridges,

hurling myself like a beer can into the wastebasket.

I am flying like a single red rose,

leaving a jet stream

of solitude

and yet I feel nothing,

though I fly and hurl,

my insides are empty

and my face is as blank as a wall.

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Shall I call the funeral director?

He could put our two bodies into one pink casket,

those bodies from before,

and someone might send flowers,

and someone might come to mourn

and it would be in the obits,

and people would know that something died,

is no more, speaks no more, won't even

drive a car again and all of that.

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When a life is over,

the one you were living for,

where do you go?

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I'll work nights.

I'll dance in the city.

I'll wear red for a burning.

I'll look at the Charles very carefully,

weraing its long legs of neon.

And the cars will go by.

The cars will go by.

And there'll be no scream

from the lady in the red dress

dancing on her own Ellis Island,

who turns in circles,

dancing alone