sob os delicados cuidados da doce noite ... ao luar
é para mim manhã radiosa quando à noite
estás ao meu lado!
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Saturday, 3 October 2009
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Alegoria
Faço um castelo na areia do futuro. Torres de névoa, ameias de fumo, pontes levadiças de indecisão. Vejo a areia escoar-se na ampulheta dos séculos; e um exército de ondas rompe as linhas do infinito, derrubando os muros da manhã.
Nuno Júdice
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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.