'two lovers', de james gray.

Eu sei que muito ficou por ver. Quase tudo, se pensarmos bem. Apesar disso, existiram alguns filmes que ficaram deste meu ano - e todos valem, asseguro-vos, cada fotograma que revelam.

Também aqui, cada um deles foi / é uma espécie de janela rasgada em muros mais-que-cinzentos.


2 filmes 'quase clássicos' (sem ordem especial):

'Milk', de Gus Van Sant
'Gran Torino', de Clint Eastwood

2 filmes 'interpelantes & quase artesanais'(sem ordem especial):

'Histórias de Caçadeira', de Jeff Nichols
'O Casamento de Rachel', Jonathan Demme

e, finalmente, os 5 filmes que mais gostei de ver, em 2009 (sem ordem especial):

'Duplo Amor', de James Gray
'Um Conto de Natal', de Arnaud Desplechin
'As Praias de Agnès', de Agnès Varda
'Chacun son Cinéma' (60 anos Festival de Cannes), de vários realizadores
'Abraços Desfeitos', de Pedro Almodóvar 

Eu sei que muito ficou por ouvir. Quase tudo, se pensarmos bem. Apesar disso, existiram alguns discos que ficaram deste meu ano - e todos valem, asseguro-vos, cada grama que pesam.

Por outro lado, neste mundo em que vivemos, domina o formato canção. Por isso mesmo, elaborei também um pequeno exercício com duas mãos-cheias de canções que marcaram os meus dias. Também aqui, cada uma delas foi / é uma espécie de porta rasgada em muros mais-que-cinzentos.


9 Discos do Meu Ano (sem ordem especial)

Animal Collective, 'Merriweather Post Pavillion'

The Antlers, 'Hospice'

B Fachada, 'B Fachada'

Bill Callahan, 'Sometimes I Wish We Were An Eagle'

Junior Boys, 'Begone Dull Care'

M Ward, 'Hold Time'

The xx, 'xx'

Kings of Convenience, 'Declaration of Dependence'

Micah P. Hinson, 'Micah P. Hinson and the Red Empire Orchestra'


15 Canções do Meu Ano (sem ordem especial)

Animal Collective, 'My Girls'

Bill Callahan, 'Jim Cain'

Wild Beasts, 'This Is Our Lot'

The Gossip, 'Heavy Cross'

Junior Boys, 'Hazel'

The Very Best, 'Warm Heart of Africa'

Girls, 'Hellhole Ratrace'

Benjamin Biolay, 'La Superbe'

Yeah Yeah Yeahs, 'Litlle Shadow'

The Antlers, 'Two'

Noah and The Whale, 'First Days of Spring'

Bon Iver, 'Beach Baby'

M Ward, 'For Begginers'

Noiserv, 'Bontempi'

Norberto Lobo, 'Unravel'

de 'hospice', dos the antlers, bem se pode dizer que é quase, quase, quase 'one of a kind'. disco do ano? não sabemos. um dos discos do ano? isso sabemos.


como antigamente se dizia no 'flores de inverno', de partir o coração..



in the middle of the night i was sleeping sitting up,
when a doctor came to tell me, "enough is enough."
he brought me out into the hall (i could have sworn it was haunted),
and told me something that i didn't know that i wanted to hear:
that there was nothing that i could do to save you,
the choir's gonna sing, and this thing is gonna kill you.
something in my throat made my next words shake,
and something in the wires made the lightbulbs break.
there was glass inside my feet and raining down from the ceiling,
it opened up the scars that had just finished healing.
it tore apart the canyon running down your femur,
(i thougth that it was beautiful, it made me a believer.)
and as it opened i could hear you howling from your room,
but i hid out in the hall until the hurricane blew.
when i reappered and tried to give you something for the pain,
you came to hating me again and just sang your refreain:
you had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare.
you were just a little kid, and they cut your hair,
then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying.
they should have listened, they thought that you were lying.
daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up, built the gears in your head,
now he greases them up. and no one paid attention when you just stopped eating. "eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.
tell me when you think that we became so unhappy,
wearing silver rings with nobody clapping.
when we moved here togehter we were so dissappointed,
sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed.
it killed me to see you getting always rejected,
but i didn't mind the things you threw, the phones i deflected.
i didn't mind you blaming me for your mistakes,
i just held you in the doorframe through all of the earthquakes.
but you packed up your clothes in that bag every night,
and i would try to grab your ankles (what a pitiful sight.)
but after over a year, i stopped trying to stop you from stomping out that door,
coming back like you always do. well no one's gonna fix it for us, no one can.
you say that, 'no one's gonna listen, and no one understands.'
so there's no open doors and there's no way to get through,
there's no other witnesses, just us two.
there's two people living in one small room,
from your two half-families tearing at you,
two ways to tell the story (no one worries),
two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry,
two people talking inside your brain,
two people believing that i'm the one to blame,
two different voices coming out of your mouth,
while i'm too cold to care and too sick to shout.
you had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare.
you were just a little kid, and they cut your hair,
then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying.
they should have listened, they thought that you were lying.
daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up, built the gears in your head,
now he greases them up. and no one paid attention when you just stopped eating. "eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.


the antlers

supernova


uma estrela quando morre
morre tão devagar
que não se lembra sequer
de que chegou a brilhar

mas nem todas as estrelas
morrem dessa maneira
há quem antes de morrer
brilhe pela vida inteira


jorge sousa braga

diospiros


há frutos que é preciso
acariciar
com os dedos com
a língua


e só depois
muito depois


se deixam morder


jorge sousa braga