Troco

Eu troco
ponho e disponho
da diferença do meu corpo

no agasalho da nuca
a penumbra do pescoço

Ombros a meio divididos
onde as asas já despontam
para a ternura das nádegas

fazendo tudo
o que contam

Dispo
troco digo e ponho
os dedos no espaço incerto

onde a língua toma o gosto
do que fica a descoberto


por Maria Teresa Horta,
fotografia de autor desconhecido

Junho segundo Simon Bolz e Joe Cocker

You Can Leave Your Hat On

Baby, take off your coat...real slow
Baby, take off your shoes...here, I'll take your shoes
Baby, take off your dress
Yes, yes, yes
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on

Go on over there and turn on the light...no, all the lights
Now come back here and stand on this chair...that's right
Raise your arms up in to the air...shake 'em
You give me a reason to live
You give me a reason to live
You give me a reason to live

Suspicious minds are talking
Trying to tear us apart
They say that my love is wrong
They don't know what love is
They don't know what love is
They don't know what love is
They don't know what love is
I know what love is


poema de Randy Newman (mas aa melhor versão foi sempre a de Joe Cocker)
fotografia de Simon Bolz