Archive for 28 de Junho, 2015

Before you go further,
let me tell you what a poem brings,
first, you must know the secret, there is no poem
to speak of, it is a way to attain a life without boundaries,
yes, it is that easy, a poem, imagine me telling you this,
instead of going day by day against the razors, well,
the judgments, all the tick-tock bronze, a leather jacket
sizing you up, the fashion mall, for example, from
the outside you think you are being entertained,
when you enter, things change, you get caught by surprise,
your mouth goes sour, you get thirsty, your legs grow cold
standing still in the middle of a storm, a poem, of course,
is always open for business too, except, as you can see,
it isn’t exactly business that pulls your spirit into
the alarming waters, there you can bathe, you can play,
you can even join in on the gossip—the mist, that is,
the mist becomes central to your existence.

— From Half of the World in Light: New and Selected Poems by Juan Felipe Herrera.

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Tu que me ensinaste tudo

Tu que me ensinaste nada

Deste-me um dia a madrugada

Tiraste a espada

Deste-me o escudo

Deste voz a quem era mudo

Hoje sou eu que te quero dar

Mas quase sempre te retiro

De ti apenas um suspiro

Porque a idade não te quer ajudar

És uma gruta onde se está bem

És um rochedo, és um segredo

Mas és apenas tu, minha mãe

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