sexta-feira, maio 15, 2009

Antony

It was dark and we went to see Antony. The show was sold out and the people were quite anxious. I was not. Antony makes me quiet, his music makes me quiet. So we went to see Antony and his Johnsons friends, the man who sings our thoughs and our really dangerous broken dreams, the ones we can’t talk about, the ones we can’t put in words ‘cause they are just too far away from our misterious reality.
So the show began with a bird – this guy loves birds, I guess it’s because they’re free and can fly away from pain and ugliness. Then the singer himself came out of somewhere with his bandmate friends. The room had lights off. No – the room, it seemed, had no lights. Could we reach ourselves in one hour or so just by listening to music?

So Antony, the man who sings a language I once could talk about day and night, sang one of his sad little stories and I got out of the room. Between one our or so I went to the old me. I felt my old feelings. It was not supposed to be good or bad. It was supposed to be felt.

So yes, we can reach ourselves in one hour or so just by listening to music. To sweet, sad, melodic, beautiful music.

Antony made my day.

11 comentários:

Anterus Belchans disse...

This could easily be some text, story, or a clip, from a well-known movie.

Still, it's worth what it's worth.

Mr.T disse...

Uau! Grande texto, Miss K.

Coming back into shape.

Sofia disse...

Deve ter sido espectacular :)
By the way, gostei imenso do texto!

Beijinhos *

little miss gucci disse...

foi isto que eu senti. obrigada por traduzires.

beijinhos

Sadeek disse...

Enorme António.... :D

BEIJOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

MysterOn disse...

Essa merda esgotou logo! Heit!

céuazul disse...

Parece que melhor, só numa sala escura com a Deusa Atena... Era pás e amor.

Ninhas disse...

That's why I Love Music! Coz when I dunno how to put things in words....A simple song can say it all and usually it says even a bit more!

Maria Inês disse...

tão bom,mas tão bom...

AP disse...

Para além de ter uma voz incomparável e inconfundível - que chora como a noite e bate ao som do coração - esse senhor tem uma forma muito própria de estar em palco e perante a vida.
A simples audição da sua voz transporta-nos para todos os passados inquietantes que tivemos, mas da mesma forma carrega-nos as cruzes que durante tanto tempo tivemos de carregar sozinhos. Porque ele percebe-nos, sabe o que sentimos, parece que nos conhece desde sempre. Mesmo que não nos conheça de lado nenhum.
E, assim, põe-nos à vontade com as nossas fraquezas, porque todos os que estão naquele mesmo espaço as têm. Não deixamos de ser únicos no meio de todos os outros únicos que connosco partilham o momento.
Antony é a voz, é o momento, é a partilha. Mas sobretudo é a emoção à flor da pele.

trio disse...

Antony made my day too!