Kaya

Karmic Cleasing

Take this curse away from me,

Return it to where it began,

Reveal the caster’s identity,

Wether they be woman or man.

Cleanse the darkness from my Aura,

May it be replaced with Light,

Erase all the images of horror,

May there be blissful dreams at night.

Take this curse away from me,

Release this doubt from my mind,

Heal the sickness within my body,

Reaveal the answers I need to find.

 Song to the Siren

 Long afloat on shipless oceans

I did all my best to smile

‘Til your singing eyes and fingers

Drew me loving to your isle

And you sang, “Sail to me, sail to me, let me enfold you

Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you”

Did I dream you dreamed about me?

Were you hare when I was fox?

Now my foolish boat is leaning

Broken lovelorn on your rocks

For you sing, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow

Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow”

I’m as puzzled as The Oyster (alt. 'as a newborn child’)

I’m as troubled as the tide

Should I stand amid the breakers?

Or should I lie with death my bride?

Hear me sing, "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you

Oh my heart, oh my heart is waiting to hold you”

Songwriters: TIM BUCKLEY, LARRY BECKETT

Oats In The Water – Ben Howard

Go your way,

I’ll take the long way ‘round,

I’ll find my own way down,

As I should.

And hold your gaze

There’s coke in the Midas touch

A joke in the way that we rust,

And breathe again.

And you’ll find loss

And you’ll fear what you found

When weather comes

Tearing down

There’ll be oats in the water

There’ll be birds on the ground

There’ll be things you never asked her

Oh how they tear at you now

Go your way,

I’ll take the long way 'round,

I’ll find my own way down,

As I should.

And hold your gaze

There’s coke in the Midas touch

A joke in the way that we rust,

And breathe again.

And you’ll find loss

And you’ll fear what you found

When weather comes

Tearing down

There’ll be oats in the water

There’ll be birds on the ground

There’ll be things you never asked her

Still night, nothing for miles

 White curtain come down

 Kill the lights in the middle of the road

 And take a, take a look around

  It don't help to be one of the chosen

 One of the few to be sure

 When the wheels are spinning around

 And the ground is frozen through

And you're driven like the snow

 Pure in heart, driven together

 And given away to the west

 A white dress but still the river don't run

  A black dress looking like mine

 'Til the sun don't shine no more

 Where the sky meet the ground

 Where the street fold round

  Where the voice you hold don't make no sound

 Look snow on the river and two by two

 Took a lot to live, a lot like you, I don't

 Go there now, but I hear they sung their

  'Fuck Me And Marry Me Young'

 Some wild idea and a big white bed, now

 You know better than that, I said

 Like a voice in the wind blow little crystals down

More like brittle things will break before they turn

 Like a lipstick on my cigarette

 And the ice get harder overhead

 Like think it twice but never, never learn

  And the mist will wrap around us

 And the crystal, if you touch it

 And the cars lost in the drift are there

 And the people that drive lost in the drift are there

  And the cares I've lost in the drift are there

 Theirs, ours, lost in the drift are

 Driven, driven together and driven apart

A um Estranho

Estranho que passa! você não sabe com quanta saudade eu lhe olho, Você deve ser aquele a quem procuro, ou aquela a quem procuro, (isso me vem, como em um sonho,) Vivi com certeza uma vida alegre com você em algum lugar, Tudo é relembrado neste relance, fluído, afeiçoado, casto, maduro, Você cresceu comigo, foi um menino comigo, ou uma menina comigo, Eu comi com você e dormi com você – seu corpo se tornou não apenas seu, nem deixou o meu corpo somente meu, Você me deu o prazer de seus olhos, rosto, carne, enquanto passamos – você tomou de minha barba, peito, mãos, em retorno, Eu não devo falar com você – devo pensar em você quando sentar-me sozinho, ou acordar sozinho à noite, Eu devo esperar – não duvido que lhe reencontrarei, Eu devo garantir que não irei lhe perder.

Walt Whitman

"Se for possível, manda-me dizer – É lua cheia, a casa está vazia. – Manda-me dizer, e o paraíso Há de ficar mais perto, e mais recente Me há de parecer teu rosto incerto. Manda-me buscar se tens o dia Tão longo como a noite. Se é verdade Que sem mim só vês monotonia. E se te lembras do brilho das marés De alguns peixes rosados Numas águas E dos meus pés molhados, manda-me dizer: – É lua nova – E revestida de luz te volto a ver".

What I Love About You I love the way you look at me, Your eyes so bright and blue. I love the way you kiss me, Your lips so soft and smooth. I love the way you make me so happy, And the ways you show you care. I love the way you say, “I Love You,” And the way you’re always there. I love the way you touch me, Always sending chills down my spine. I love that you are with me, And glad that you are mine.

 Emily Dickinson      

Imagens que passais pela retina

Dos meus olhos, por que não vos fixais?

Que passais como a água cristalina

Por uma fonte para nunca mais!...

Ou para o lago escuro onde termina

Vosso curso, silente de juncais,

E o vago medo angustioso domina,

Por que ides sem mim, não me levais?(...)

Camilo Pessanha

Madame Amy

Com sua alma perdida

reencontrada

bruxuleias agora pelos recantos mil

dos planetas distantes de onde nasce o som.

Por ti Madame Amy - e teu corpo de beleza

e teu coque e voz de graça múltiplas,

Repito sua revolução às avessas

E  um castelo de pedras imortal

Jamais se quedará,

E em sua paz solene,

para sempre perdurará.