Esperar Desesperar

não há nada pior na vida
do que esperar
esperar
escorar as horas
esporar o tempo
espalhar pensamentos
esperar rima
com desesperar

there is nothing worse in life
what to expect
expect
strut hours
skewer time
spread thoughts
wait rhyme
with desperate

Carlos Gutierrez

foto Bruce Davidson

LARGADO

LARGADO
DE UM LADO PARA OUTRO ODAL
LADOS DE UM QUADRADO
E DE UMA FIGURA OVAL
COMO UM LAGO
LARGADO
ALAGADO DE AFAGOS
DE PEDRAS DE DESEJOS
E SÚBITOS SUÍCIDIOS
LARGADO
RODEADO DE ESPINHOS
NO JARDIM DA SOLIDÃO
LARGADO
NOS LAPSOS DO TEMPO
NOS COLAPSOS DOS TORMENTOS
NOS LEITOS DAS RUAS
NAS SARJETAS
NAS BOCAS DE LOBOS ENTUPIDAS
LARGADO ENTRE RESÍDUOS
LAR...GA...DO
FAMIGERADO DESÍGNIO
DE UM OSSO SEM DESTINO
NA BOCA DE UM CÃO VADIO
LARGADO
SEM COLEIRA
SEM EIRA NEM BEIRA
NO RELENTO
SOFRENDO O FRIO E O VENTO
QUE DESARRUMA AS SUAS ORELHAS

Carlos Gutierrez

foto Bruce Davidson

RUE DE LA POESIE

THEME : LA RUPTUREIllustration : Edvard Munch - La SéparationChristophe Bregaint - À ma féeAmourRêve avec moiCar...

Posted by RUE DE LA POESIE on Sábado, 28 de março de 2015

Dance Comigo

que legal dançar
assim já meio alto
sob os efeitos de um drinque
sentindo-se o máximo
toda a coreografia da ilusão
em sons estridentes
que legal dançar
pagar todos os micos
no centro do salão
que legal dançar
e trapacear o tempo

that cool dance
thus already half high
under the effects of a drink
sensing the maximum
all the choreography of illusion
in sounds shrill
that cool dance
pay all tamarins
in the center of the room
that cool dance
and cheat time

Carlos Gutierrez

foto Bruce Davidson

Estúpido Cupido

Estúpido Cupido

Estúpido Cupido
Miro os seus olhos
onde moram
os meus sonhos compridos
que odeiam despertar
Flertes e cochichos
sombras e rabichos
onde você está agora?
Vivo mais o seu tempo/fascínio
do que as minhas horas mornas
Sinto inveja do seu delineador
gravado nos cílios
dos seus olhos brilhantes
da sombra que empresta mistérios
em suas pálpebras marcantes
Poderia ser seus óculos escuros
om ray ban que escondesse um gato escuro
e lhe assustasse como um pulo
no afã de um encanto noturno
Poderia ser o topete petulante
de um playboy
que vive no mundo livre das paixões
e dispensa qualquer gel
que ouse conter o seu jeito rebelde de ser
Revisitaria 1961
om número mágico
que pode ser lido de trás p´ra frente
em os ambos os lados
e jamais seria triste....
Um ano em que Yuri Gagarin
o pioneiro do espaço
viu a Terra do alto
e estupefato chamou-a de azul
Um ano em que Robert Zimmerman
rasgou as suas roupas
jorrou os seus versos
de amores e protestos
e fez fluir a soa música
nada preguiçosa
junto com a sua fanhosa voz
e se fez Bob Dylan
com todas ciladas e armadilhas
Um fascínio extremo
não é mesmo baby?
Acotovelados
em desejos velados
doces beijos roubados
sem o amargor de remorsos
Estúpido Cupido
que desfere as suas flechas
com a naturalidade de índios
em corações inteiros ou já partidos
e nos torna cada vez mais divididos
e submetidos aos ditames e dinamites
por razões nobres ou infames
das paixões que nos consomem
e se consumam em febres ou bálsamos
em estufados ou esfomeados desejos.

Stupid Cupid

Stupid Cupid
Eye your eyes
where they live
my long dreams
who hate waking
Flirting and whispering
shadows and pigtails
where are you now?
Live more your time / fascination
than my warm hours
I envy your eyeliner
recorded on the eyelashes
their bright eyes
the shadow that lends mysteries
in their striking eyelids
Could be his sunglasses
om ray ban that hid a dark cat
and frightened him as a leap
the enthusiasm of a night charm
It could be the tuft petulant
a playboy
living in the free world of passions
and needs no gel
who dares to hold his rebellious way of being
Revisit 1961
a magic number
which can be read back face p'ra
on the both sides
and would never be sad ....
A year in which Yuri Gagarin
the pioneer of space
seen from above Earth
stupefied and called it blue
A year in which Robert Zimmerman
rent his clothes
gushed his verse
loves and protests
and made to flow the music sounds
nothing lazy
together with his nasal voice
and became Bob Dylan
with all snares and traps
An extreme fascination
do not you baby?
Jostled
in veiled desires
sweet stolen kisses
without the bitterness of remorse
Stupid Cupid
that strikes your arrows
with the naturalness of Indians
in whole or hearts already parties
and makes us increasingly divided
and submitted to the dictates and dynamite
by noble or infamous reasons
the passions that consume us
and be consumed in fevers or balms
in stews or hungry desires.

Carlos Gutierrez

foto Bruce Davidson

Marcel Garbi

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10153128847177348&set=a.10153076067822348.1073741840.539502347&type=1&theater

Posted by Carlos Roberto Gutierrez on Sábado, 28 de março de 2015

Hurricane

Hurricane - September 10, 1975 from The World of John Hammond.

Posted by Bob Dylan's Music on Quarta, 6 de abril de 2011

Hurricane

How can the life of such a man / Be in the palm of some fool's hand? / To see him obviously framed / Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land / Where justice is a game.

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you want to draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame. 
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they trialed a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger. 
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.


Songwriters: ANDERSON, TIM / FRANGIPANE, ASHLEY
Hurricane lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Bob Dylan

Simon & Garfunkel - The Sound Of Silence+The Boxer+Bridge Over Troubled ...

Sem Assuntos

Sem assuntos sem assuntos

morremos abraçados juntos
Já lemos tantos livros
já vimos tantos filmes
e ouvimos tantas músicas
muitas trocas e pontos de vistas e de fugas
mas parece que agora estamos cansados
um do outro
ou de nós mesmos
e levamos nossos silencios aos extremos
ficamos sem assuntos sem assuntos
esgotou-se a fonte
das águas límpidas
e dos pingos ressentidos de murmúrios
acabaram-se as pedras para lançarmos
no lago dos nossos desejos
que não são tão fortes e hoje pouco claros
perdemos o faro de novos aromas
e a paciência de criarmos novos jardins
Sem assuntos sem assuntos
todas as estórias têm os seus fins
uns trágicos outros mágicos
alguns imprevisíveis
outros tão banais...
e a vida prossegue tão estranha...

No issues without issues
embraced die together
We have read so many books
we have seen so many movies
and heard so many songs
many exchanges and views and trails
but it seems that now we are tired
each other
or ourselves
and took our silences to extremes
we had no issues without issues
ran out the source
the clear waters
and resentful drops murmurs
just up the stones to launch
in the lake of our desires
that are not as strong and today unclear
lost the scent of new flavors
and the patience to create new gardens
No issues without issues
all the stories have their purposes
a tragic other magic
some unpredictable
others as mundane ...
and life goes on so strange ...

Carlos Gutierrez

foto Bruce Davidson

Busca Inútil

uma ajeitada no topete
o rosto não ajuda
como tornar-se atraente
como perder tanto tempo
buscando olhos indiferentes?

a way in tuft
the face does not help
how to become attractive
how to lose so long
seeking indifferent eyes?

Carlos Gutierrez

foto Bruce Davidson

Tolo

Ele não desiste
insiste
não dá tréguas
já levou mil "foras"
e não se conforma
com a rejeição
só sabe que o seu coração
só por essa garota bate
vibra e rebate
qualquer prova
por mais nítida e incontestável
que seja
Ele a deseja
por mais repúdio que ela enseja
afinal ele já levou mil "foras"
e tolo ainda acredita
que possa ter uma chance
que tudo termine em romance
Ele rasteja e arrasta todo esse peso
Ele sabe que jamais escapará ileso
de um amor fora de hora
de uma paixão que o devora
Ele é um gatinho assustado
sabe que todo esse telhado
está prestes a cair sobre a sua cabeça

He does not give up
insists
does not give truce
already led thousand "rejections"
and does not conform
with rejection
just know that your heart
only by this girl beats
vibrates and bounces
any evidence
by sharper and incontestable
that is
He wants
however it entails rejection
after all he has led thousand "rejections"
and fool still believes
you may have a chance
that everything ends in romance
He crawls and drags all that weight
He knows he will never escape unscathed
a love out of time
a passion that devours
It is a small frightened cat
know that this whole roof
is about to fall on his head

Carlos Gutierrez

foto Bruce Davidson