quarta-feira, 26 de agosto de 2009
segunda-feira, 24 de agosto de 2009
doce
num sono leve
embalada no calor
morno, de fim de tarde
sonhei-te, senti-te
de regresso das ondas
a tua pele fresca
onde procurei
o teu gosto salgado.
tenho-o sobre os meus lábios
doces memórias
que trazem felicidades
de outros tempos
sem tempo
by me
embalada no calor
morno, de fim de tarde
sonhei-te, senti-te
de regresso das ondas
a tua pele fresca
onde procurei
o teu gosto salgado.
tenho-o sobre os meus lábios
doces memórias
que trazem felicidades
de outros tempos
sem tempo
by me
frio ..
a minha forma mais pura morreu
no contacto com a frieza de cada musculo do teu corpo
e de cada palavra que disseste
e o meu Luto é esse
o da minha forma mais Pura
by me
no contacto com a frieza de cada musculo do teu corpo
e de cada palavra que disseste
e o meu Luto é esse
o da minha forma mais Pura
by me
Mad Girl's Love Song
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade
Exit seraphim and Satan's men
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade
Exit seraphim and Satan's men
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
by sylvia plath
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade
Exit seraphim and Satan's men
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade
Exit seraphim and Satan's men
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
by sylvia plath
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