Parafraseando Manoel de Barros, faz hoje dois anos que ” fabriquei um brinquedo com palavras” e imagens , esta “mad word party” que tem sido uma excelente maneira de continuar os “scrapbooks ” que sempre fiz, e podem não acreditar, mas nunca o fiz para agradar a alguém, na maioria das vezes, são emoções minhas(a chamada blogoterapia) descritas pelas palavras dos outros (que são muito mais certeiras que as minhas)













E posto esta parte séria, recomeço outra vez como comecei, com a Alice do tio Tom



Alice



It's dreamy weather we're on

You waved your crooked wand

Along an icy pond with a frozen moon

A murder of silhouette crows I saw

And the tears on my face

And the skates on the pond

They spell Alice



I disappear in your name

But you must wait for me

Somewhere across the sea

There's a wreck of a ship

Your hair is like meadow grass on the tide

And the raindrops on my window

And the ice in my drink

Baby all I can think of is Alice



Arithmetic arithmetock

Turn the hands back on the clock

How does the ocean rock the boat?

How did the razor find my throat?

The only strings that hold me here

Are tangled up around the pier



And so a secret kiss

Brings madness with the bliss

And I will think of this

When I'm dead in my grave

Set me adrift and I'm lost over there

And I must be insane

To go skating on your name

And by tracing it twice

I fell through the ice

Of Alice



And so a secret kiss

Brings madness with the bliss

And I will think of this

When I'm dead in my grave

Set me adrift and I'm lost over there

And I must be insane

To go skating on your name

And by tracing it twice

I fell through the ice

Of Alice

There's only Alice



Tom Waits