Thursday, July 30, 2009

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Alive...moving in grace and liberty...floating lighter than a feather...dancing in the morning light


Forget roadside crossings.
Go nowhere with guns.
Go elsewhere your own way,

lonely and wanting. Or
stay and be early:
next to deep woods

inhabit old orchards.
All clearings promise.
Sunrise is good,

and fog before sun.
Expect nothing always;
find your luck slowly.

Wait out the windfall.
Take your good time
to learn to read ferns;

make like a turtle:
downhill toward slow water.
Instructed by heron,

drink the pure silence.
Be compassed by wind.
If you quiver like aspen

trust your quick nature:
let your ear teach you
which way to listen.

You've come to assume
protective color; now
colors reform to

new shapes in your eye.
You've learned by now
to wait without waiting;

as if it were dusk
look into light falling:
in deep relief

things even out. Be
careless of nothing. See
what you see.

How to See Deer
(Philip Booth)

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Poetry


doisneau_kiss
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Amor

quando os instantes de amanhã se acumulam nas
paredes da casa, eu rasgo as páginas onde te escrevo,
porque sei que tudo será desnecessário, tudo será
frágil. quando imagino o sol que não sei se poderei ver,
esqueço as paredes e,

com tanta força,

quero que sejas feliz.

(José Luís Peixoto - A Casa, a Escuridão)

Sunday, March 08, 2009

The Heart of a Woman


The Pear
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The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn,
As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on,
Afar o’er life’s turrets and vales does it roam
In the wake of those echoes the heart calls home.

The heart of a woman falls back with the night,
And enters some alien cage in its plight,
And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars
While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars.

by Georgia Douglas Johnson

Monday, December 22, 2008

Merry Christmas!


Óbidos Vila Natal 2007
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[...] Then wherefore in these merry days
Should we, I pray, be duller?
No, let us sing some roundelays
To make our mirth the fuller.
And whilst we thus inspired sing,
Let all the streets with echoes ring;
Woods, and hills, and everything
Bear witness we are merry.

A Christmas Carol (excerpt)
by George Wither

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Postino


postino
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Os milagres acontecem
a horas incertas
e nunca estou em casa
quando o carteiro passa.
Hoje, abriu a primeira flor
e eu disse é um sinal.
Olho em volta: estou só
trago esta sombra comigo.


Ana Paula Inácio (2000)
From: Vago Pressentimento Azul por Cima

Coffee Cup




Coffee Cup
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Déjeuner du matin

Déjeuner du matin

Il a mis le café
Dans la tasse
Il a mis le lait
Dans la tasse de café
Il a mis le sucre
Dans le café au lait
Avec la petite cuiller
Il a tourné
Il a bu le café au lait
Et il a reposé la tasse
Sans me parler

Il a allumé
Une cigarette
Il a fait des ronds
Avec la fumée
Il a mis les cendres
Dans le cendrier
Sans me parler
Sans me regarder

Il s'est levé
Il a mis
Son chapeau sur sa tête
Il a mis son manteau de pluie
Parce qu'il pleuvait
Et il est parti
Sous la pluie
Sans une parole
Sans me regarder

Et moi j'ai pris
Ma tête dans ma main
Et j'ai pleuré

Jacques Prévert

Sunday, November 02, 2008

Inanimate Objects

Spring Coffee Poem