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Archive for Abril, 2008

Vai onde o vento voa

 

Com quatro linhas apenas

acendo a aurora do silêncio,

pois é nas coisas pequenas

que a vida se transforma. Em rio…

Anúncios

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Nesta Primavera que soluça…

One Day in Spring…

One day in spring, a woman came

In my lonely woods,

In the lovely form of the Beloved..

 Came, to give to my songs, melodies,

 To give to my dreams, sweetness.

Suddenly a wild wave

Broke over my heart’s shores

 And drowned all language.

To my lips no name came,

She stood beneath the tree, turned,

Glanced at my face, made sad with pain,

And with quick steps, came and sat by me.

Taking my hands in hers, she said:

‘You do not know me, nor I you– I wonder how this could be?’

I said: ‘We two shall build, a bridge for ever

Between two beings, each to the other unknown,

This eager wonder is at the heart of things.’

The cry that is in my heart is also the cry of her heart;

The thread with which she binds me binds her too.

Her have I sought everywhere,

Her have I worshipped within me,

Hidden in that worship she has sought me too.

Crossing the wide oceans, she came to steal my heart.

She forgot to return, having lost her own.

Her own charms play traitor to her,

She spreads her net, knowing not

Whether she will catch or be caught.

Rabindranath Tagore

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Dia da Terra

É hoje que se comemora o dia da terra.

É pena não se comemorar todos os dias. E todas as noites.

Amanhã o speeding ticket começa a aumentar de valor e o que conseguimos consciencializar hoje, esvanece-se rapidamente.

Como podemos tratar tão mal quem nos acolhe?

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Submente

ζ

Always something bitting, below

Porque será que desejo

Aquilo que não preciso?

Porque a alma um fogo tem,

Quente, abstracta cobiça,

Que só busca o mais além?

   

Porquê, senão p’la razão

Da alma só alma ser?

Quando em seu todo ocultada,

Quem pode a causa saber

Em [suas] leis disfarçada?

  

Mas isto não interessa.

O que importa é o sofrer

E a tensão que provém

De o pensar já predizer

Que o que se quer não se tem.

Fernando Pessoa

Poesia Inglesa II (edição e tradução de Luisa Freire)

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Tudo para nada

A million miles our vagabond heels
Clocked up beneath the clouds
They’re counting down to show time
When we do it for real with the crowds
Air miles are owing
But they don’t come for free
And they don’t give you any for pain

But if it’s all for nothing
All the roadrunning’s
Been in vain

The rimshots come down like cannon fire
And thunder off the wall
There’s a man in every corner
And each one is giving his all

This is my fife
This is my drum
So you never will hear me complain

And if it’s all for nothing
All the roadrunning’s
Been in vain

All the roadrunning
All the roadrunning

Well if you’re inclined
To go up on the wall
It can only be fast and high
And those who don’t like the danger
Soon find something different to try
When there’s only a ringin’ in your ears
And an echo down memory lane

But if it’s all for nothing
All the roadrunning’s
Been in vain

All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning
All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning

The show’s packing up
I sit and watch the convoy
Leaving town
There’s no pretending I’m not a fool,
For riding around and around
Like the pictures you keep of your old wall of death
You showed me one time on the plane

But if it’s all for nothing
All the roadrunning’s
Been in vain

A million miles of vagabond sky
Clocked up above the clouds
I’m still your man for the roaming
For as long as there’s roamin’ allowed

There’ll be a rider
And there’ll be a wall
As long as the dreamer remains

And if it’s all for nothing
All the roadrunning’s
Been in vain

All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning
All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning
All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning
All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning

 

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Vermelho

 

Perguntas se hoje é o dia….

é, mas é talvez apenas tão somente uma tarde

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Pevides

Cuidado

Quando se fecha um melão, as pevides lá dentro ficam sem acção de resposta. Depois não há faca que consiga abrir em condições e dar talhadas simétricas.

As simetrias não existem. Apenas as que os espelhos imitam.

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