Thursday, 18 June 2009

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If you never say good-bye
to the best things
in your life

There are things
you don't appreciate
at all...


So it is best you don't try holding back in time...



Paul Tucker



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Saturday, 13 June 2009



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XXIV


Something in me was born before the stars

And saw the sun begin from far away.

Our yellow, local day on its wont jars,

For it hath communed with an absolute day.

Through my Throught's night, as a worn robe's heard trail

That I have never seen, I drag this past

That saw the Possible like a dawn grow pale

On the lost night before it, mute and vast.

It dates remoter than God's birth can reach,

That had no birth but the world's coming after.

So the world's to me as, after whispered speech,

The cause-ignored sudden echoing of laughter.

That's has a meaning my conjecture knows,


But that's has meaning's all it meaning shows.




Fernando Pessoa
in poemas ingleses




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Friday, 5 June 2009


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chove ...


chove sem saber que chove

chove dentro de mim ...


chove ...



chove um mar de fortes ondas

chove sem ter fim ...


chove


devagar chove


chove


aqui.







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