Breve Sonata em Sol [UM] (Menor, Claro)

A solidão da árvore sozinha
no campo do verão alentejano
é só mais solitária do que a minha
e teima ali na terra todo o ano
quando nem chuva ou vento já lhe fazem companhia
e o calor é tão triste como o é somente a alegria
Eu passo e passo muito mais que o próprio dia

Ruy Belo

License to kill

In the island of Graciosa, Azores, there is a new law!
From today on, the police together with the local autorities,
can shoot any street dog that ramble away,
The animal association says it deplorable
there are about 30 to 40 dogs,
The bst solution would be to built a kennel to receive the
abandoned dogs.

Eclipse

Tomorow all of us, for the first time, can watch the eclipse at the same time by the internet.
here I post a poem about the moon eclipse
wrote by a poet that never saw one!

ECLIPSE

Naquela tarde eu contemplava, ansioso,
A lua das marés:
Ia ver um fenómeno curioso,
Pela primeira vez.
Desde as sete horas que eu me achava pronto,
Pois vinha no jornal
Que se daria, às sete e meia em ponto,
O eclipse total.
E a lua, a pouco e pouco desmaiando,
Sumia-se no ar,
Como se um monstro a fosse devorando,
Na sombra... devagar...
Um moço poeta, rouxinol das praias,
Um óculo ofereceu,
A ti, meu casto Ptolomeu de saias,
Geómetra do céu!
Ah, bem dizem as lendas, os adágios,
E as bruxas do Sabá,
Que os eclipses da lua são presságios,
Sinais de coisa má!
António Nobre (1867-1900)

Shadow

Que pensará o muro da minha sombra?
''I wonder what does the wall think about my shadow?''
Alberto Caeiro

Ignorance

Ignorance is the night of the mind, but a night without moon and star.

Confucius
Chinese philosopher & reformer (551 BC - 479 BC)

O enterrado vivo

É sempre no passado aquele orgasmo,
é sempre no presente aquele duplo,
é sempre no futuro aquele pânico.

É sempre no meu peito aquela garra.
É sempre no meu tédio aquele aceno.
É sempre no meu sono aquela guerra.

É sempre no meu trato o amplo distrato.
Sempre na minha firma a antiga fúria.
Sempre no mesmo engano outro retrato.

É sempre nos meus pulos o limite.
É sempre nos meus lábios a estampilha.
É sempre no meu não aquele trauma.

Sempre no meu amor a noite rompe.
Sempre dentro de mim meu inimigo.
E sempre no meu sempre a mesma ausência

Carlos Drummond de Andrade

Water

A Mexican boy drinks water straight from a stream near the village of Epatlan in the Mexican state of Puebla March 5, 2006. Mexico will be hosting the World Water Forum which opens March 16 and will be attended by representatives from 120 countries. (Imelda Medina/Reuters)
Today is dedicated to Water, It's time to start saving in such simple tasks, like when you take a bath chose shower, do not leave the water open while you scrub your head or your body, when you brush your teeth close the water. etc.

International Poetry Day VI

Poemas del Amor VI
SOLO en el centro de este gentio confuso
Olvidado entre tantos recuerdos llorados
Confinado en el rincón del abandono nuevo
Observador envidioso de la alegría vuestra
Recluso penante del deseo infinito acabado
Renegado de los amores pasados perdidos
Oscuro futuro con mi soledad recobrada
Juanferpt

International Poetry Day V

Poemas del Amor V
MURMURAN tu nombre las hojas secas de mis caminos
y veo tu cuerpo en los albores de mis mañanas.

La sombra de mi deseo se esconde de madrugada
y rien con tu voz los gatos por las esquinas.

Hasta el silencio se llena de tus ecos olvidados
y se refleja tu imagen en los espejos del agua.

El viento de la noche revuelve mis tristezas antiguas
y se pueblan mis sueños de mujeres con tu rostro.

Hembra de luz y cristal, perdida en el Norte,
¿que brújula podrá guiar mi destino?
Juanferpt

International Poetry Day IV

Poemas del Amor Último IV
SE me llena la razón de amores perdidos
y me nacen a destiempo mil preguntas
que sólo tú hubieras podido responder
y yo no sé.

Se me vacía el sueño con deseos encontrados
y me matan a intervalos mil locuras
que tú sólo hubieras podido comprender
y yo no sé.

Y yo no sé por qué aún estoy viviendo
ni sé por qué voy a vivir
ni sé por qué llegue a vivir
sin tí, desde tí, hasta tí.
Juanferpt

International Poetry Day III

Poemas del Amor Último III
SOBRE el deseo y las cicatrices apenas puedo hablar,
como contar lo íntimo, lo absolutamente personal.

Sólo recordar aquello que traspasa la razón
y me llena de congoja el corazón…

Y el viento, el viento girando en tu pelo oscuro.
Oscuro y largo…

Y el fuego, el fuego bailando en tus ojos pardos.
Pardos y profundos…

Y el agua, el agua rebosando en tu cuerpo claro.
Claro y cálido…

Y la tierra, la tierra atenazando mi vida gris.
Gris y sola…
Juanferpt

International Poetry Day II

Poemas del Amor Último II
Se me enredan insidiosas las desganas
en estos días raros que se van callados
sin apenas dejarme constancia de su huella.
Como si de un teatro absurdo se tratara
pasan personajes y retablos por mi vida sola
sin que sufra el deterioro del recuerdo.
Me conmueven tristezas antiguas regresadas
y mientras retrocedo en cada lado
miro hacia delante y sólo veo pasado.
No oigo los gritos que salen de mi boca
ni siento el placer de tus cálidas noches
solo en esta algarabía de silencios.
Juanferpt

Poemas del Amor

I
REGRESAN los recuerdos de las cosas olvidadas
amenazando mi corazón y mi boca
que manifiestan claros deseos de alaridos
pero mi cerebro confuso los reprime.
La soledad me va llenando de tristeza
y juego a entretenerme con poemas nocturnos
mientras espero un nuevo amargo día
que abrasara mi cuerpo hasta horadarme.
La luna recopila su espacio de luces
troceando el cielo cual afilado cuchillo
como me desgarra la entraña el abandono
cuando tu mirada y tus manos me apartan.
El sonido silencioso de la madrugada
repite tu nombre contra las paredes
y chillan en mi alma las rojas heridas
del amor que se ha ido con tu cuerpo.
Se avecina un otoño cargado de nostalgias
que cambiaran en hielos este invierno
y en espinas en la lejana y tibia primavera
mensajera del próximo verano naufrago sin tí.
Juanferpt

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Hope

Drummond de Andrade
O MUNDO É GRANDE

O mundo é grande e cabe
nesta janela sobre o mar.
O mar é grande e cabe
na cama e no colchao de amar.
O amor é grande e cabe
no breve espaco de beijar.

Carlos Drummond de Andrade


''the worl is big
and fits in this window over the sea
the sea is big and fits
in the bed and the matress of love
love is big and fits
in a brief space of kissing''

I hope some day I feel this....

Love Quotes

It takes a minute to like someone, an hour to love someone, but to forget someone takes a life time.
''Anonymous''

Sadness

I could argue with hate this cold sentence compeled to dance alone in this fantasy place, but no. I learned to love this espace...It's black, and you can't guess it's begining or it's ending, It's wide, ample, Timeless… and It's only mine.

I hold loneliness as hard as I can, because it's my only company. tender, only she does not run away, ever. Doesn't trick me with crasy friendship storyes or pretender friends and pretender cases to make belive everything is ok! she sits here beside me, while on the other side the reality waits for me.

If only I could cry... If only I could tell everything in a prety story, I would.
But only lonlyness knows me, the whispers, and knows the tears while they fall, hiden in images and sentimental writing. And she dos not speak.

(I read this few words in a blog I visit once in a while, as I do not have the gift to put my feelings in words, I use others, when I feel the message they pass thru)
10.03.06 9:36:37 this is when my time stoped.......*b

Relationships (Relações Humanas)

Human relationships always help us to carry on because they always presuppose further developments, a future --and also because we live as if our only task was precisely to have relationships with other people. Albert Camus

Luna the Killer whale!

Luna plays in the waters of Nootka Sound in Yuoquot, B.C. Canada in this June 16, 2004 file photo. Luna, the orphaned whale believed by local aboriginal people to be the reincarnation of their late chief, died after being struck by a tugboat on the west coast of Vancouver Island, officials said Friday March 10, 2006. (AP Photo/CP, Richard Lam, File)

International Women's Day2

Women's Day : A woman takes part in a rally marking the International Women's Day, in Mexico City. (AFP/Omar Torres)

This photo could represent the women from Equador
ECUADORIAN FLOWERS: COMPANIONS OF SADNESS -- Since October 16, 2003, that�s two years and five months ago, 52 workers of Rosas del Ecuador, in the zone of Cangahua, 1.5 hours from Quito, have been on strike. After several months without pay, the plantation owners� refusal to pay social security quotas, and his failure to fulfill agreements related to transportation and food, the workers exhausted the legal and mediation processes in an attempt to resolve the conflict. At that point, more than 80 workers and their families were left with only one option � they took over the farm on June 11 of that same year.
Olga Tutillo leads the ''Rosas del Equador'' surviving the pression of the big plantation oweners.

If You Forget Me

If You Forget Me
by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

She (or can be also He)

''Elvis Costello''

She
May be the face I can't forget.
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay.
She may be the song that summer sings.
May be the chill that autumn brings.
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day.

She
May be the beauty or the beast.
May be the famine or the feast.
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell.
She may be the mirror of my dreams.
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She who always seems so happy in a crowd.
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry.
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past.
That I'll remember till the day I die

She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and ready years
Me I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is

She, she, she

Musica from the movie ''Notting Hill''
one of my favorite ones

clique no titulo para tradução.

Love

Nam Choke, an 8-year-old bull elephant (L), and Boonrawd, a 7-year-old cow elephant, form a heart shape with their trunks while the sun sets in the background at an elephant camp in the former Thai kingdom of Ayutthaya, 70 km (44 miles) north of Bangkok February 12, 2006. REUTERS/Sukree Sukplang

Crash (Colisão)

The movie everyone should see.

Everyday I think about it.

Tagline: You think you know who you are. You have no idea.

Plot Outline: Several characters of different racial backgrounds collide in one incident, The different stereotypes society has created for those backgrounds affect their judgment, beliefs and actions, This in turn causes problems for each of them.

Miracle of Birth

http://www.flickr.com/photos/bellabluebell/106564100/in/photostream/

I found this site today with photos from all around the world!
And this, particulary is amasing, it's a photo of a family, witnessing the birth of the new born
with the mother inside water!
There was the father and the little daughter, they all participated in that special moment,
when the baby arrived, Fantastic!

Great Minds

Check this site:

http://84.40.3.164/

And watch what great minds can create in advertising.