G#169

G#168

G#152

y#870

G#143

y#865

"There is no escape

No escape from here

I see you, remember me

As the one who lives inside a dream..."

y#864

"So don’t come looking for me 

I’ve got my walls up now 

Protect myself like a fortress 

And I’m on my own now..."

y#857

"In these awful moments
There’s a brightness everywhere
Even in these awful moments
I feel it against my palm
I can feel your heart
Just underneath the way home..."

G#86

G#80

G#64

Nunca pensei dizer isto, mas obrigado ao festival da Eurovisão! Por me dar a conhecer, indirectamente, este projecto e um heterónimo de Fernando Pessoa que desconhecia.

I love the things that children love

        Yet with a comprehension deep

That lifts my pining soul above

        Those in which life as yet doth sleep.

All things that simple are and bright,

        Unnoticed unto keen‑worn wit,

With a child's natural delight

        That makes me proudly weep at it.

I love the sun with personal glee,

        The air as if I could embrace

Its wideness with my soul and be

        A drunkard by expense of gaze.

I love the heavens with a joy

        That makes me wonder at my soul,

It is a pleasure nought can cloy,

        A thrilling I cannot control.

So stretched out here let me lie

        Before the sun that soaks me up,

And let me gloriously die

        Drinking too deep of living's cup;

Be swallowed of the sun and spread

        Over the infinite expanse,

Dissolved, like a drop of dew dead

        Lost in a super‑normal trance;

Lost in impersonal consciousness

        And mingling in all life become

A selfless part of Force and Stress

        And have a universal home;

And in a strange way undefined

Lose in the one and living Whole

The limit that I call my mind,

The bounded thing I call my soul.

G#51

G#50

y#823

"I'm lost, I'm a ghost
Dispossessed, taken host
My hunger burns a bullet hole
A spectre of my mortal soul..."

G#25

Iceland rules @ Eurosonic 2015

G#23

That voice...

y#765

"Apertado, o corpo quebra
Quando em muros, que lentos fecham
Dando passos que ecoam, do silêncio que dispara..."

y#741

"Don't you think we're something like God?
Angry, tempestuous, human?
We suffer from wide-eyed loneliness
In the sky

I have walked in Heaven
So must talk in Hell
The cruelty of godliness within us
Is his loneliness

Take me wherever you will go, far
To your mind, to your mine, to your street and to your sons
Where the people, and the eyes, and the cars are on fire
And your God cries love

I'm going out into madness to wander
I'm going to build a cell up in the clouds
And when the world it swims inside of me
Then I'm going to drown

My girl screams in the company of her bedsheets
While I talk with angel in the bar
I'll meet you in the shadow of Heaven
Tomorrow, or in some other life"

G#15

What if it's all a dream?

G#13

Foi uma bela forma de abrir o festival.