beautyof movies and musicthat being here and nowas well would pleasemurmur and the timedelighting me withits eternityof nostalgia the love corporalalthough todaymy consciencea wave is so slowit seems,perhaps not completeand this is her waylove coincide withwhich is alwayscompletely expecting what isorchestra of my lifeeven though there is silencecorner, drum, metalautumn salutationwhere the skylinesleeps in the illusionhow the verb and the waterand in principlehe light contained in the darkthe mind is translucentbefore they put the gameon the table infiniteproject and starletswherever they wanti do pose the seminalpurely imaginaryalways asking myselfwhat am I doingat the time I createdthe senses becauseprimarily the absencewhen all eyesbecome a single tear,crystal ball,intend making jewelrybeautiful, intentional, primordialautumnal which the scenethat only I can knowthe time of the instead,the hour of timea logic that nonowherea way to praythe precedence of prayerand also bring the colorsthe first which arousethe internal volitionof perfume untouchablesoon to comethe pleasing touchthen I build the headquartersnave, form, modeonstage and timeless battlesparged by life in an actthe poetic of the impossibleis the philosophy of the possibleand intimacy is pure poetryPoem by Jose Pauloda Silva FerreiraNew York City musicalAntigamente se dizia que a musica acontece quandoarrasta o verbo. Chovem ventos fortes sobre Nova York. O primeiro cantor entoaa musica infinita e na caminhada celeste varios se juntam em fila atras de filaem numero crescente. A musica sobre o canto se chama poema. Os ventos invadem apraia, circulam nas vias publicas levando agua com espuma. Os politicos voltamas costas para a campanha eleitoral. Voos de aviao sao cancelados. Nao ha maiseste portugues mimoso. Na cidade mais segura do planeta a musica sem titulo esem letra preenche os vazios do computador onipresente. Ultima fila, penultima,ao centro, novamente no inicio como tudo o que os homens querem dizer aadversidade e a paz verdadeira. Nao era nem canto, era musica, nao era invasao,era a restauracao do tempo sobre New York City.New York City musicalComme dit precedemment lamusique se produit lorsque vous faites glisser le verbe. Raining vents fortssur New York. Le premier chanteur entonne musique infinite et de marcher dansle ciel plusieurs rejoinder en file derriere la file d'attente en un nombrecroissant. La musique sur le chante poeme est appele. Lesvents envahir uma praia, circuler sur les voies publiques transportant de l'eauavec de la mousse. Politiciens retour les cotes pour la campagne electorale.Vols d'avion sont annules. Pas plus cette mignonne Portugais. A la planeteville plus securitaire musique sans titre et sans paroles de chanson comble lesvides l'ordinateur omnipresent. Derniere file, avant-dernier, centrale, nouveauau debut comme tout que les hommes veux dire l'adversite et la paix veritable. Il n'y avait pas dechanson, etait la musique, n'est pas une invasion, ere restauration de tempssur New York City.New York City musicalPreviously it was said thatmusic happens when you drag the verb. Raining high winds over New York. Thefirst singer intones the music infinite and walk in heaven various cometogether queue line behind in growing numbers. The music on the singing calledpoem. The winds invade the beach, circulate in public streets carrying waterwith foam. Politicians turn their backs for the election campaign. Airplaneflights are canceled. No