quarta-feira, 27 de abril de 2011

                                    Carvalho/Oak

"The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way.  Some see Nature all ridicule and deformity, and some scarce see Nature at all.  But to the eyes of the man of imagination, Nature is Imagination itself."-  William Blake, 1799, The Letters

sexta-feira, 22 de abril de 2011

Esben and the witch

Eumenides - Esben and The Witch

These good hearts
Are falling fast
With these black marks
So far inscribed
A vicissitude
Scores your palm
A soul bequeathed
To martyrdom
Chevalier
To witch i'm bound
Pulls me
I don't blame you
I don´t blame you
For we are men
Who seek to undo themselves
For we are men
Who seek to undo themselves
Again
These tumults turn to frenzied fights
Inside this addled mind
Breeding gall and wormwood
To make me feel maligned
Thou shalt find judges
You will find acquaintances
Be quiet cursed wolf
for the sinners bark
(Uncontrollable...
 inconsolable....
 horses...)
Silver bullets
For sinners bark
Silver bullets
For sinners bark
(This is for madmen only)

Esben and the Witch - Lucia, at the Precipice


" ....The deep she dreams the fall she fall´s...."