Tiago Bettencourt - Tens que largar a mão ( novo video )

Amor à vista

A mulher que não há começa em ti

Começa em ti a sempre tão ausente

A sempre tão distante e tão aqui

Tão doente da partida e tão presente.

Começa em ti a sempre incomeçada

A que por nunca ser nunca perdi

A que era amor do amor: corpo de nada.

A mulher que não há começa em ti.

Começa em ti um tempo em que ajoelho

Tempo de amar ou templo: terra e mar.

Meus olhos deslumbrados com Açores

À vista: eu que sou Gonçalo Velho

Vivendo a glória extrema de chegar

Às tuas ilhas que direi de amores.

Manuel Alegre

Song For The Last Act

Now that I have your face by heart, I look
Less at its features than its darkening frame
Where quince and melon, yellow as young flame,
Lie with quilled dahlias and the shepherd's crook.
Beyond, a garden, There, in insolent ease
The lead and marble figures watch the show
Of yet another summer loath to go
Although the scythes hang in the apple trees.

Now that I have your face by heart, I look.

Now that I have your voice by heart, I read
In the black chords upon a dulling page
Music that is not meant for music's cage,
Whose emblems mix with words that shake and bleed.
The staves are shuttled over with a stark
Unprinted silence. In a double dream
I must spell out the storm, the running stream.
The beat's too swift. The notes shift in the dark.

Now that I have your voice by heart, I read.

Now that I have your heart by heart, I see
The wharves with their great ships and architraves;
The rigging and the cargo and the slaves
On a strange beach under a broken sky.
O not departure, but a voyage done!
The bales stand on the stone; the anchor weeps
Its red rust downward, and the long vine creeps
Beside the salt herb, in the lengthening sun.

Now that I have your heart by heart, I see. 

Louise Bogan