Coisa Amar

Ken Rosenthal in http://www.photoeye.com

Contar-te longamente as perigosas

coisas do mar. Contar-te o amor ardente

e as ilhas que só há no verbo amar.

Contar-te longamente longamente.

Amor ardente. Amor ardente. E mar.

Contar-te longamente as misteriosas

maravilhas do verbo navegar.

E mar. Amar: as coisas perigosas.

Contar-te longamente que já foi

num tempo doce coisa amar. E mar.

Contar-te longamente como dói

desembarcar nas ilhas misteriosas.

Contar-te o mar ardente e o verbo amar.

E longamente as coisas perigosas.

Manuel Alegre

Será???

You Have Fantastic Karma

You are a kind, sensitive, and giving person. And all your good deeds will pay off - if they haven't already. But you're not so concerned with what you get in return anyway. You have an innate caring nature - and nothing can change that!

How's" Your Karma?

My inner child

Your Inner Child Is Surprised

You see many things through the eyes of a child. Meaning, you're rarely cynical or jaded. You cherish all of the details in life. Easily fascinated, you enjoy experiencing new things.

Retirado de: http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz

EU FUI!

Este era o aspecto do Terreiro do Paço quando conseguimos lá chegar:
(de http://fliscorno.blogspot.com )










Isto merece este poema (retirado de: http://abnoxio.weblog.com.pt)

















António Gedeão, Poemas Póstumos

TALVES.....haja esperança :-)

Show me a wonder...

Found That soul, Manic Street Preachers

The Cure... 8 Março 2008

Friday I'm in love, The Cure

Take me Home!

"There is a light that never goes out", The World Won't Listen, The Smiths

Longe...tão longe

Gaylen Morgan, 2003 in http://www.photoeye.com

I am in Need of Music

Pentti Sammallahti, 2005 in http://www.photoeye.com/

I am in Need of Music

I am in need of music that would flow

Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,

Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,

With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.

Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,

Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,

A song to fall like water on my head,

And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!

There is a magic made by melody:

A spell of rest, and quiet breayh, and cool

Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep

To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,

And floats forever in a moon-green pool,

Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.

Elizabeth Bishop in http://www.poemhunter.com