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.]
Essa miuda é uma fogueira... já dizia o jorge palma... e é lindo o Amor que tens por ela.... escrevi um texto em homenagem ao meu velhote lá no Beautiful losers....a propósito do que também li no despido.blogspot.com
De comboio. Nem o vento corta a vontade de ficar.
6 comentários:
Pedras D'El Rei?
Parece-me o cenário.
Passei lá 3 ou 4 fins-de-semana, no 1º dos quais vim de lá com o meu 1º filho...que não tinha ido para lá :)
(pelas contas, tudo levou a crer que assim foi.)
...que é tão giraço como a tua filha é giraça. E com o ar tão clean que eles agora têm que parecem príncipes, não é?
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Beijos
[Fiquei a ver-te em cima do cais...
enquanto sulcava as.águas até
à.outra margem...]
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[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.]
P.N.
Essa miuda é uma fogueira... já dizia o jorge palma... e é lindo o Amor que tens por ela.... escrevi um texto em homenagem ao meu velhote lá no Beautiful losers....a propósito do que também li no despido.blogspot.com
....
Beijinhos grandes J.
E a quem apeteceria partir? :)**
«Um dia uma gaivota trouxe-me no bico para esta praia.
Pôs-me .numa .rocha na .maré vazia .e o .polvo, o
caranguejo e o peixe tomaram conta de mim.»
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