Starry, starry night Composicao: Don Mclean Starry, starry night.Paint your palette blue and grey,Look out on a summer's day,With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.Shadows on the hills,Sketch the trees and the daffodils,Catch the breeze and the winter chills,In colors on the snowy linen land. Now I understand what you tried to say to me,How you suffered for your sanity,How you tried to set them free.They would not listen, they did not know how.Perhaps they'll listen now. Starry, starry night.Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,Swirling clouds in violet haze,Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,Weathered faces lined in pain,Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. Now I understand what you tried to say to me,How you suffered for your sanity,How you tried to set them free.They would not listen, they did not know how.Perhaps they'll listen now. For they could not love you,But still your love was true.And when no hope was left in sightOn that starry, starry night,You took your life, as lovers often do.But I could have told you, Vincent,This world was never meant for oneAs beautiful as you. Starry, starry night.Portraits hung in empty halls,Frameless head on nameless walls,With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.Like the strangers that you've met,The ragged men in the ragged clothes,The silver thorn of bloody rose,Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,How you suffered for your sanity,How you tried to set them free.They would not listen, they're not listening still.Perhaps they never will...Noite Estrelada me comove como nenhuma outra Arte. Predilecao desde a infancia.Atemporalidade de inquietacao.LISBON REVISITED(1923)Alvaro de CamposNao: nao quero nada.Ja disse que nao quero nada.Nao me venham com conclusoes!A unica conclusao e morrer.Nao me tragam esteticas!Nao me falem em moral!Tirem-me daqui a metafisica!Nao me apregoem sistemas completos, nao me enfileirem conquistasDas ciencias (das ciencias, Deus meu, das ciencias!) Das ciencias, das artes, da civilizacao moderna!Que mal fiz eu aos deuses todos?Se tem a verdade, guardem-na!Sou um tecnico, mas tenho tecnica so dentro da tecnica.Fora disso sou doido, com todo o direito a se-lo.Com todo o direito a se-lo, ouviram?Nao me macem, por amor de Deus!Queriam-me casado, futil, quotidiano e tributavel?Queriam-me o contrario disto, o contrario de qualquer coisa?Se eu fosse outra pessoa, fazia-lhes, a todos, a vontade.Assim, como sou, tenham paciencia!Vao para o diabo sem mim,Ou deixem-me ir sozinho para o diabo!Para que havemos de ir juntos?Nao me peguem no braco!Nao gosto que me peguem no braco. Quero ser sozinho.Ja disse que sou sozinho!Ah, que macada quererem que eu seja da companhia!O ceu azul o mesmo da minha infancia Eterna verdade vazia e perfeita!O macio Tejo ancestral e mudo,Pequena verdade onde o ceu se reflete!O magoa revisitada, Lisboa de outrora de hoje!Nada me dais, nada me tirais, nada sois que eu me sinta.Deixem-me em paz! Nao tardo, que eu nunca tardo...E enquanto tarda o Abismo e o Silencio quero estar sozinho! Dialogo com o Tempo.Eu estou simplesmente aqui sentado no meu recanto, onde eu sempre fico,e minha voz que