Rosmaninho e Alecrim pelo chão

Um caminho dourado por Midas, queimando à passagem os pés descalços dos desterrados

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Localização: Porto, Porto, Portugal

Hugo André Barbosa Carvalho dos Santos. Nascido a 15 de Abril de 1978. Curso de Pintura da Faculdade de Belas Artes da Universidade do Porto. Curso de Artes Gráficas da Escola Secundária de Soares dos Reis. Curso de Formação Pedagógica Inicial de Formadores. Curso de Desenho Assistido por Computador como Conteúdo Multimédia. (Dreamweaver, Flash, AutoCad, 3D Studio Max, Photoshop) Bolseiro Erasmus 2000/2001 (Faculdade de Belas Artes do País Basco). Frequentou 2 cursos de verão do CPCIL (Centro Português para a Criatividade Inovação e Liderança). Frequentou 2 Workshops de teatro na FBAUP em 1999 e 2000. Membro da ARGO (Associação Artística de Gondomar) desde 1993. Membro do CCTEG (Centro Cultural de Teatro Experimental de Gondomar).

terça-feira, julho 20, 2004

Toca uma música para mim

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
 
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meetAnd the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
 
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
 
Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.
 
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
 
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
 
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you
 
Bob Dylan