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15.6.08

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

12.6.08

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!

5.5.08

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.

9.3.08

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

20.1.08

Show me a wonder...

Found That soul, Manic Street Preachers

16.1.08

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


13.1.08

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