fire and ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.


Robert Frost

júbilo

E depois dias há em que o júbilo
é indescritível no meu peito
batem cem corações felizes.
Todos os cuidados pelo esgoto abaixo
e tu arrastado com eles.
O mundo está de novo aí.
Nada mais a esperar
nada mais a temer
de ti.


Ulla Hahn

PICTURE

A vida desfeita
como a cama do hotel que abandonas de manhã
à espera de alguém que,distraído,mascando chiclete,
lhe ponha lençóis lavados,
esconda o pó debaixo do tapete
e procure roubar-te algo de valor.

Uma emoção infiltra-se nesta casa
como um ladrão que procura forçar todas as portas
e só encontrou por fechar,
mesmo completamente aberta,
a minha,
que não escondia nada de nada.


Jesús Llorente

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the spirit was gone from her body / forever and had always been inside that shell / had always been intertwined / and now were disintwined / it's hard to understand

tenho medo

Hoje só fotografei árvores,
Dez, cem, mil.
Vou revelá-las à noite.
Quando a alma for câmara escura.
Depois vou classificá-las:
Segundo as folhas, os anéis dos troncos,
Segundo as suas sombras.
Ah, como as árvores
Entram facilmente umas nas outras!
Vejam, agora só me resta uma.
É esta que vou fotografar outra vez
E vou observar com assombro a
Que se parece comigo.
Ontem só fotografei pedras.
E a pedra afinal
Parecia-se comigo.
Anteontem — cadeiras —
E a que resultou
Parecia-se comigo.

Todas as coisas se parecem terrivelmente
Comigo...

Tenho medo.


Marin Sorescu, Simetria, trad. Egito Gonçalves

oferece-se

À entrada da alma um letreiro exausto batia: vende-se, aluga-se, oferece-se.

João Luís Barreto Guimarães

ESPERA

Hoje estava à tua espera

e não vieste.

E sei bem o que significa a tua ausência,

a tua ausência que alvoroçava

o vazio que deixaste,

como uma estrela.

Dizes que não me queres amar.

Como uma tempestade de verão

que se anuncia e depois se afasta,

assim te negaste à minha sede.

O amor, ao nascer,

tem destes arrependimentos inesperados.

Em silêncio

nos entendemos.

Amor, amor, como sempre,

quisera cobrir-te de flores e de insultos

Vincenzo Cardarelli, trad. Jorge Sousa Braga

se eu fosse um vídeo

árvores de domingo

Na minha distância espero-te
sabendo que não sabendo tu que te espero
nunca virás.
É isso essencialmente a distância.
Aí preparo em cada dia especiais momentos
para a tua inexplicável chegada.


Maria Keil

tonight

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.


Pablo Neruda

swing

Vivre sa Vie, Jean-Luc Godard, 1962

to love

To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be happy one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness.


Woody Allen, Prosa Completa

the fog

Fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.


Carl Sandburg

se eu fosse um vídeo

love never dies a natural death

It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.


Anaïs Nin

I am not there / I do not die

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.


Mary Elizabeth Frye

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hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills / 'cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up / I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold / hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

os versos por laranjas

Interrompi os versos por laranjas.
E volto sempre a ti mesmo que não.
É estranho que pacíficas laranjas
não me consigam afastar de ti.

Ana Luísa Amaral