31 de outubro de 2005



Jan Vermeer van Delft (1632-1675)




John Keats (1795-1821)



When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charact'ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love; — then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

30 de outubro de 2005


Ezra Pound (1885-1972)



The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter

After Li Po

While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
I played about the front gate, pulling flowers.
You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse,
You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums.
And we went on living in the village of Chokan:
Two small people, without dislike or suspicion.


At fourteen I married My Lord you.
I never laughed, being bashful.
Lowering my head, I looked at the wall.
Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back.


At fifteen I stopped scowling,
I desired my dust to be mingled with yours
Forever and forever and forever.
Why should I climb the look out?


At sixteen you departed,
You went into far Ku-to-yen, by the river of swirling eddies,
And you have been gone five months.
The monkeys make sorrowful noise overhead.


You dragged your feet when you went out.
By the gate now, the moss is grown, the different mosses,
Too deep to clear them away!
The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind.
The paired butterflies are already yellow with August
Over the grass in the West garden;
They hurt me. I grow older.
If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang,
Please let me know beforehand,
And I will come out to meet you
As far as Cho-fu-Sa.

Ezra Pound

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25 de outubro de 2005

Pablo Picasso, Auto-Retrato
Pablo Picasso (1891-1973)
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23 de outubro de 2005


Emanuel Félix (1936-2004)


DISA LINDEROTH


Direi
Que regresso do teu nome

Que desço lentamente
Pétala a pétala
A escada da lembrança.


Emanuel Félix, Seis Nomes de Mulher
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almost dawn
blackbirds on the telephone wire
waiting
as I eat yesterday's
forgotten sandwich
at 6 a.m.
on a quiet Sunday morning.

one shoe in the corner
standing upright
the other laying on it's
side.

yes, some lives were made to be
wasted.

Charles Bukowski


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18 de outubro de 2005


Vinícius de Morais (1913-1980)


Ausência

Eu deixarei que morra em mim o desejo de amar os teus olhos que são doces
Porque nada te poderei dar senão a mágoa de me veres eternamente exausto.
No entanto a tua presença é qualquer coisa como a luz e a vida
E eu sinto que em meu gesto existe o teu gesto e em minha voz a tua voz.
Não te quero ter porque em meu ser tudo estaria terminado.
Quero só que surjas em mim como a fé nos desesperados
Para que eu possa levar uma gota de orvalho nesta terra amaldiçoada
Que ficou sobre a minha carne como nódoa do passado.
Eu deixarei... tu irás e encostarás a tua face em outra face.
Teus dedos enlaçarão outros dedos e tu desabrocharás para a madrugada.
Mas tu não saberás que quem te colheu fui eu, porque eu fui o grande íntimo da noite.
Porque eu encostei minha face na face da noite e ouvi a tua fala amorosa.

Porque meus dedos enlaçaram os dedos da névoa suspensos no espaço.
E eu trouxe até mim a misteriosa essência do teu abandono desordenado.
Eu ficarei só como os veleiros nos pontos silenciosos.
Mas eu te possuirei como ninguém porque poderei partir.
E todas as lamentações do mar, do vento, do céu, das aves, das estrelas
Serão a tua voz presente, a tua voz ausente, a tua voz serenizada.

Vinícius de Morais, Antologia Poética

17 de outubro de 2005


António Ramos Rosa (1924)


Caminho um caminho de palavras
(porque me deram o sol)
e por esse caminho me ligo ao sol
e pelo sol me ligo a mim

E porque a noite não tem limites
alargo o dia e faço-me dia
e faço-me sol porque o sol existe

Mas a noite existe
e a palavra sabe-o.


António Ramos Rosa, Sobre o Rosto da Terra

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13 de outubro de 2005


Paul Eluard (1895-1952)


Nous avons fait la nuit

Nous avons fait la nuit je tiens ta main je veille
Je te soutiens de toutes mes forces
Je grave sur un roc l'étoile de tes forces
Sillons profonds où la bonté de ton corps germera
Je me répète ta voix cachée ta voix publique
Je ris encore de l'orgueilleuse
Que tu traites comme une mendiante
Des fous que tu respectes des simples où tu te baignes
Et dans ma tête qui se met doucement d'accord avec la tienne avec la nuit
Je m'émerveille de l'inconnue semblable à toi semblable à tout ce que j'aime
Qui est toujours nouveau.

Paul Eluard

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12 de outubro de 2005

Desenho de Fernando Pessoa, de Abel Manta
João Abel Manta (1888-1982)
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10 de outubro de 2005

8 de outubro de 2005


John Lennon (1940-1980)


Working Class Hero

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me

John Lennon

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4 de outubro de 2005

João da Ega