Vinhos
Notinha pessoal:
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Poesia em inglês
Above the Fire
Above the fire a man floats in a boat.
Above the fire a woman is devoured by a snake,
unseen.
The leaves are yellow alongside & in the wake
the trunks & branches
mirror one another, black, rain-soaked.
And now he's old. He trails a hand until it snares
a leaf — saw-toothed.
Clouds break above the buildings
where there had been none.
The snake is old, its jaw completely
unhinged for the swallowing.
What now?
There was a continent.
Below, the last gods bum along with their last
offerings —
no smoke, no film, no evidence.
The gold-shagged blizzard of the willow
spills again.
Climb down. Prevent.
He leans back & the oar drips like no other memory.
Peter Sacks, 2002.
(24/12/2004)
- The Doors - Love Me Two Times (1968)
Love me two times é uma das minhas canções preferidas do The Doors, banda que foi considerada pelos críticos como a "resposta americana aos Beatles e aos Stones", afirmação que sempre me pareceu exagerada, mas gosto da banda. Essa canção foi composta...
- Mark Lanegan — The Winding Sheet
Saw God staring from the wall / I was alone and lost / Here to take me from this world / Still alone and lost. Night when the dogs from hell come out / Roam my house in chains of gold / The darkness dares my eyes to close / With the setting sun. Saw...
- From Stone To Steel
From stone to bronze, from bronze to steel Along the road-dust of the sun Two revolutions of the wheel From Java to Geneva run. The snarl Neanderthal is worn Close to the smiling Aryan lips, The civil polish of the horn Gleams from our praying finger...
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OCTOBER 1ST, 1987 DAY OFF Van Nuys, noon Home sweet home... just woke up. Flew in from Salt Lake last night... Robbin flew with us and Tom stayed then drove back home. The flight was smooth and the sky so gorgeous. Our pilot would tip the plane to the...
- Drought
Thunder teases heartlessly,making sultry promisesit doesn't keep.Lightning flicks seductive tonguesagainst my bedroom walland then retreats —while clouds, grown fat with moisture,hang heavy with intent.We wait for rain that doesn't fall —doesn'tfall....
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Velharias (20)
Notinha pessoal:
O que mais aprecio num homem, eis algo que já me perguntaram mais do que uma vez. E àqueles que perguntaram, respondi sempre da mesma maneira: que saiba quando estar calado, bem como a quem perguntar.
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Poesia em inglês
Above the Fire
Above the fire a man floats in a boat.
Above the fire a woman is devoured by a snake,
unseen.
The leaves are yellow alongside & in the wake
the trunks & branches
mirror one another, black, rain-soaked.
And now he's old. He trails a hand until it snares
a leaf — saw-toothed.
Clouds break above the buildings
where there had been none.
The snake is old, its jaw completely
unhinged for the swallowing.
What now?
There was a continent.
Below, the last gods bum along with their last
offerings —
no smoke, no film, no evidence.
The gold-shagged blizzard of the willow
spills again.
Climb down. Prevent.
He leans back & the oar drips like no other memory.
Peter Sacks, 2002.
(24/12/2004)
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- The Doors - Love Me Two Times (1968)
Love me two times é uma das minhas canções preferidas do The Doors, banda que foi considerada pelos críticos como a "resposta americana aos Beatles e aos Stones", afirmação que sempre me pareceu exagerada, mas gosto da banda. Essa canção foi composta...
- Mark Lanegan — The Winding Sheet
Saw God staring from the wall / I was alone and lost / Here to take me from this world / Still alone and lost. Night when the dogs from hell come out / Roam my house in chains of gold / The darkness dares my eyes to close / With the setting sun. Saw...
- From Stone To Steel
From stone to bronze, from bronze to steel Along the road-dust of the sun Two revolutions of the wheel From Java to Geneva run. The snarl Neanderthal is worn Close to the smiling Aryan lips, The civil polish of the horn Gleams from our praying finger...
-
OCTOBER 1ST, 1987 DAY OFF Van Nuys, noon Home sweet home... just woke up. Flew in from Salt Lake last night... Robbin flew with us and Tom stayed then drove back home. The flight was smooth and the sky so gorgeous. Our pilot would tip the plane to the...
- Drought
Thunder teases heartlessly,making sultry promisesit doesn't keep.Lightning flicks seductive tonguesagainst my bedroom walland then retreats —while clouds, grown fat with moisture,hang heavy with intent.We wait for rain that doesn't fall —doesn'tfall....