Henry Lee - song to remember

Cornelis Norbertus Gijsbrechts, s/ Título, 1664 

Museum of Fines Arts, Antuérpia

 

1996

Get down, get down, little Henry Lee                                           

And stay all night with me
You won’t find a girl in this damn world

That will compare with me
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

I can’t get down and I won’t get down
And stay all night with thee
For the girl I have in that merry green land
I love far better than thee
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee                                                                                                                                                          

A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

She leaned herself against a fence

Just for a kiss or two
And with a little pen-knife held in her hand
She plugged him through and through
And the wind did roar and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

Come take him by his lilly-white hands
Come take him by his feet
And throw him in this deep deep well
Which is more than one hundred feet
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

Lie there, lie there, little Henry Lee
Till the flesh drops from your bones
For the girl you have in that merry green land
Can wait forever for you to come home
And the wind did howl and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

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todo o universo

O mar tem tanto de belo como de cáustico:
atrai, encanta-nos, ofusca-nos.
No entanto, o seu sal pode queimar os incautos
sonhadores, crianças gigantes despojadas de sentido…
fazem do micro mundo um exagero perdendo a razão de ser.
Os que sentem e amam são tolos não sabem a proporção das escalas.

macro?...

micro?...

todo o universo se reduz a sentir alegria ou dor, grande ou pequena

do tamanho de um grão de areia ou de uma montanha vulcânica.

Proporções?

O que é isso quando se fala de amor?

O poeta diria que tudo é ridículo.

Janela com cortinas brancas

«Às vezes abro a janela e encontro o jasmineiro em flor.

Outras vezes encontro nuvens espessas. »

Cecília Meirelles 

versos do poema A Arte de Ser Feliz.

Janela com cortinas brancas

Paradigma do amor

Exposição Useless patente no antigo Tribunal da Boa Hora, Lisboa

Uma amiga, que tem sabedoria, enviou-me este paradigma do amor:


"Gosto de contemplar com Amor.
Olhar com Amor, sentir Amor.
Transmitir Amor."
Blue

Não há mais nada a acrescentar, a beleza está nas palavras. É uma lição sobre a vida.
Grata!

Porque gostei de recordar e ouvir again and again...

Henry Lee - A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

"Henry Lee"
(feat. PJ Harvey)

Get down, get down, little Henry Lee
And stay all night with me
You won't find a girl in this damn world
That will compare with me
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
I can't get down and I won't get down
And stay all night with thee
For the girl I have in that merry green land
I love far better than thee
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
She leaned herself against a fence
Just for a kiss or two
And with a little pen-knife held in her hand
She plugged him through and through
And the wind did roar and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
Come take him by his lilly-white hands
Come take him by his feet
And throw him in this deep deep well
Which is more than one hundred feet
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
Lie there, lie there, little Henry Lee
Till the flesh drops from your bones
For the girl you have in that merry green land
Can wait forever for you to come home
And the wind did howl and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee