I Wanna Be Yours by John Cooper Clarke

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner breathing in your dust I wanna be your Ford Cortina I will never rust If you like your coffee hot let me be your coffee pot You call the shots I wanna be yours I wanna be your raincoat for those frequent rainy days I wanna be your dreamboat when you want to sail away Let me be your teddy bear take me with you anywhere I don’t care I wanna be yours I wanna be your electric meter I will not run out I wanna be the electric heater you’ll get cold without … Continue reading I Wanna Be Yours by John Cooper Clarke

The Hawk Returns

The hawk is back And I’m here Trying hard to be on your shoes To understand why you’ve decided To insist on making someone hate you, But no-one seems to get you. Would it be easier to live with your conscience? Would it not be a burden you are willing not to carry? Or would it be just the real childish you? Why would you be so pleased to know That love has turned into hatred? Is that why you want to keep yourself posted? Is that why the hawk has returned? Should you want to be forgotten, Why do … Continue reading The Hawk Returns

Bules de Porcelana

Hoje senti vontade de quebrar tudo, Especialmente bules de porcelana. Durou apenas um minuto, Mas o desejo foi tão intenso Que pareceu uma semana. Tive vontade de gritar, De sumir e de xingar. Porém, por incrível que pareça, Não tive vontade de chorar. Talvez porque ele insiste Em dizer que não me quer, Mas também não deixa que eu o esqueça. Mas se isso é fato, Ele é egoísta, insensível ou, no mínimo, ingrato. Já que não aceita meu sentimento, Nem parte em definitivo Para que acabe esse meu sofrimento. Continue reading Bules de Porcelana