Daniel Duende é escritor, brasiliense, e tradutor (talvez nesta ordem). Sofre de um grave vício em video-games do qual nunca quis se tratar, mas nas horas vagas de sobriedade tenta descobrir o que é ser um blogueiro. Outras de suas paixões são os jogos de interpretação e sua desorganizada coleção de quadrinhos. Vez por outra tira também umas fotografias, mas nunca gosta muito do resultado.

Duende é atualmente o Coordenador do Global Voices em Português, site responsável pela tradução do conteúdo do observatório blogosférico Global Voices Online, e vez por outra colabora com o Overmundo. Mantém atualmente dois blogues, o Novo Alriada Express e O Caderno do Cluracão, e alterna-se em gostar ora mais de um, ora mais de outro, mas ambos são filhos queridos. Tem também uma conta no flickr, um fotolog e uma gata branca que acredita que ele também seja um gato.

sexta-feira, 5 de março de 2004

Flesh Mechanic
placebo

He tries to embrace her
She wants him to race her
He needs a laser
To get it through her skull
(Means and lies and hatreds)?
Tears that fall in sequence
Cold caress
Imprints
Conversation growing dull

Says he's a poet
Loudly protoazoan
And he kisses ass for free
I took a vow of silence
When he tries to talk to me
I just turn on the tv

He tries to impress her
Mentally undress her
It takes more to possess her
But in his pocket lies a hole
He's got a thousand talents
Charisma by the bagful
Aristocratic parents
A rebel with a heart of gold

Says he's a poet
This time he's gonna blow it
'Cause he's dancing with his ego
I took a vow of silence
When he reads his words to me
I swallow words like a
Placebo

He's strutting with your flesh mechanic
Gets him in a panic
He's wasting time
'Cause everybody is a star
In his eyes

Careful not to give your favours
To your lonesome fucked-up neighbours
I had one who sent me her heart
In a tupperware container
All the movies in my head
They flicker with my bleeding heart
A careless slipping of the tongue
On just another private part

Blatant search for
Stoned affection
Fights the lust that
Breeds infection
Meet me at the
Intersection
Don't forget your
Fuel injection

He's strutting with your flesh mechanic
Gets him in a panic
He's wasting time
'Cause everybody is a star
In his eyes

You think this love is bona fide
You're being taken for a ride
Wrap your lip around your head
And slowly blow yourself away

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This is
for me and for you
and for everybody
who owns our hearts
too...

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