Chorei porque já não podia acreditar e eu adoro acreditar.

Anaïs Nin

Por maior que seja o desespero
Nenhuma ausência é mais funda do que a tua.

Sophia de Mello Breyner

daqui a umas horas quando a manhã vier branca e fria
saberemos nós andar?
conseguirei eu lembrar-me de como se põe um pé à
frente do outro?
sem cair
sem cair.

Al Berto

Now you say you’re lonely
You cry the long night through
Well, you can cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you

Now you say you’re sorry
For being so untrue
Well, you can cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you

You drove me, nearly drove me, out of my head
While you never shed a tear
Remember, I remember, all that you said
You told me love was too plebeian
Told me you were through with me and

Now you say you love me
Well, just to prove that you do
Come on and cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you
I cried a river over you
I cried a river over you

si poco a poco dejas de quererme
dejaré de quererte poco a poco

Pablo Neruda

So baby if you want me
You’ve got to show me love
Words are so easy to say,
You’ve got to show me love.

procuro-te obsessivamente na melancolia das mãos.

al berto

Otto e Mezzo, Fellini

o melhor é voltar-me para o lado esquerdo e assim, deslocando todo o peso do sangue sobre a metade mais gasta do meu corpo, esmagar o coração.

Carlos de Oliveira

You don’t know what love is
Until you’ve learned the meaning of the blues
Until you’ve loved a love you had to loose
You don’t know what love is

You don’t know how lips hurt
Until you’ve kissed and had to pay the cost
Until you’ve flipped you’re heart and you have lost
You don’t know what love is

Do you know how lost hearts fears
The thought of reminiscing
And how lips tasting of tears
Loose the taste for kissing

You don’t know how hearts yearn
For love that cannot live yet never dies
Until you’ve faced each dawn with sleepless eyes
How could you know what love is

Chet Baker

Em que túnica de pedra
te encontras ainda presa

Que pedra os braços te aperta
na pedra junto à cabeça

Que vestígio tens na perna
de meia de pedra preta

Ou és tu feita de pedra
mas perto de ser de seda

Ou só atrais quem te perca
pra que em pedra te convertas

O que pedes O que esperas
Que anoiteça Ou que amanheça.

David Mourão-Ferreira