terça-feira, março 20, 2007

harmonias





(a partir de 18 de Abril 2007)




I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.
A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;
Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes,
Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew:
For I would we were changed to white birds on the wandering foam:
I and you!I am haunted by numberless islands, and many a Danaan shore,
Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us no more;
Soon far from the rose and the lily and fret of the flames would we be,
Were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea!

“The White Birds” W.B. Yeats (1893)

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anónimo said...

Só o Amor
Consegue a leveza
Que nos leva
(longe, longe
flutuando)
Na crista das ondas
Pela espuma do mar

Lírio da Planície
Minha rosa de jardim
Estrela azul do meu céu
Água fresca de meu regato

Sejamos Pássaros Brancos
Livres, voando
(pela espuma
dos dias)
Inflamando a ilha
Do nosso Amor

ASS:The good seed from the bad seeds

9:49 da manhã  
Anonymous Anónimo said...

A Arte do povo

Momentos sublimes da Arte Maior:
Miguel Ângelo na Capela Sistina
Picasso na tragédia de Guernica
O tríptico de Bosch no Jardim das Delícias
A Sesta de van Gogh
(como se roubado à Planície do Alentejo)
Da Vinci e a Mona Lisa
Todas as mulheres de Miró
E as Papoilas de Monet

Instantes sublimes de uma Arte frugal:
Messi, igual a Maradona
Rasgando a relva
Pincel impregnado de inspiração
Cinco telas ultrapassadas
Quadro completo,
momento supremo
O orgasmo do golo

ASS:The good seed from the bad seeds

8:19 da manhã  

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