A vida anda passando a mão em mim !

Quem tem olhos pra ver o tempo soprando sulcos na pele

soprando sulcos na pele

soprando sulcos?

O tempo andou riscando meu rosto com uma navalha fina

sem raiva nem rancor

o tempo riscou meu rosto com calma

(eu parei de lutar contra o tempo

ando exercendo instantes

acho que ganhei presença)

Acho que a vida anda passando a mão em mim.

A vida anda passando a mão em mim.

Acho que a vida anda passando.

A vida anda passando.

Acho que a vida anda.

A vida anda em mim.

Acho que há vida em mim.

A vida em mim anda passando.

Acho que a vida anda passando a mão em mim

e por falar em sexo quem anda me comendo é o tempo

na verdade faz tempo mas eu escondia

porque ele me pegava à força

e por trás

um dia resolvi encará-lo de frente e disse:

tempo se você tem que me comer

que seja com o meu consentimento

e me olhando nos olhos

Acho que ganhei o tempo

de lá pra cá ele tem sido bom comigo

dizem que ando até remoçando.

Extraído do livro Pensamentos do chão – poemas em prosa e verso

I've got electric light... and I've got second sight... and amazing powers of observation.

Nobody Home

(Waters) 3:25

"Alright, I'll take care of them part of the time, but there's somebody else that needs taking care of in Washington" "Who's that?" "Rose Pilchitt!" "Rose Pilchitt? Who's that?" [Kid screams in background. foreground: "Shut Up!"] "36-24-36 [laughter] does that answer your question?" [foreground: "Oi! I've got a little black book with me poems in!"] "Who's she?" "She was 'Miss Armoured Division' in 1961 ... "

I've got a little black book with my poems in. Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in. When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in. I got elastic bands keepin my shoes on. Got those swollen hand blues. Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from. I've got electric light. And I've got second sight. And amazing powers of observation. And that is how I know When I try to get through On the telephone to you There'll be nobody home. I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm. And the inevitable pinhole burns All down the front of my favorite satin shirt. I've got nicotine stains on my fingers. I've got a silver spoon on a chain. I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains. I've got wild staring eyes. And I've got a strong urge to fly. But I got nowhere to fly to. Ooooh, Babe when I pick up the phone

"Surprise, surprise, surprise..." (from Gomer Pyle show)

There's still nobody home. I've got a pair of Gohills boots and I got fading roots.

"Where the hell are you?" "Over 47 german planes were destroyed with the loss of only 15 of our own aircraft" "Where the hell are you Simon?" [Machine gun sound, followed by plane crashing]