terça-feira, 9 de dezembro de 2014

Old and new times




Listen to those solitudes
I've been grumpy, but I go hunting onto the forest
Listening to the wind blow
Smelling the beauty of the flowers
Those ones that grow slightly
Slowly and totally devoted to the nature
The birds and my voice are one single thing
I had in my palm the orange golden leaves
As to kick the film of a fairy tail
I ate the fruits abandoned over the ground
And the grass could caress my skin
I've stretched my arms and legs till the inn
Above the shadows of the autumn of the multi-coloured trees
I danced the rhythm of the blues till the overseas
I played the vinyl for a dance of cheek to cheek
And you were with me on the dance floor
We could have set free the all gentle looks
Burning the birds from our minds
The morning has arrived shining on an open window
And your smile was the bright for me.


Brás Cubas.

Tvurk




Comentário anônimo

" O horário faz uma puta e uma puta faz o horário" 

Comentário anônimo

" Não sei, acho que talvez você devesse falar de uma outra maneira sobre a dor."

Ab amicis honesta petamus




glória aos céus que galgam os pedidos
hípicos e equânimes e quânticos
santicos e tântricos
harmônicos e afônicos supra-lirismos

eu que de mim rio
pus meu barquinho a navegar no rio
arpões e Gogóias a florestar
nas almas dum açoite à ribeira

colocá-lo-emos todos os anos aos vossos pés
no supino do alabastro e do cadafalso de todas as morais
viventes e não viventes.

Brás Cubas.

Francois-Hubert Drouais