sábado, 19 de outubro de 2013

Se eu fosse um gato


Transmogrifada

Se eu fosse um gato

ia lamber

sua orelha do escutar

a bôca do seu falar

mão do acolher seu coraçao do caçar

 

no pé da gôta do envelhecer

em cima da sua pena

eu ia dormir

cada dia de noite

cansada

 

E no acordar

se eu fosse um gato

eu caçaria seus ratos

 

Transmogrified
 

If I were a cat

I would lick

the ears of your listening

the mouth of your words

cuddle in your hunting hands

 

In the tears of my ageing

leaning on your sorrow

I would fall asleep every night

tired

 

And at dawn awake

if I were a cat

I would hunt your rats.

 
 
 

 

quarta-feira, 2 de outubro de 2013

That Moment

 
 
"That Moment

That moment you are drunk on yourself
You are withered, withered like autumn leaves.
That moment you leap free of yourself
Winter to you appears in the dazzling robes of spring.
All disquiet springs from the search for quiet;
Look for disquiet and you will come suddenly upon a field of quiet.
All illnesses spring from the scavenging for delicacies;
Renounce delicacies, and poison its...
elf will seem delicious to you.
All disappointments spring from your hunting for satisfactions;
If only you could stop, all imaginable joys
Would be rolled like pearls to your feet."

- Jalal-ud-Din Rumi
(Translated by Andrew Harvey
)
 
 

terça-feira, 1 de outubro de 2013

Dia de girassóis

Trevo de quatro folhas
ovo de duas gemas
noite de duas luas
dia de girassóis










A MAGIA DE ESCHER/THE MAGIC OF ESCHER

“NUNCA PENSE ANTES DE COMEÇAR”/”NEVER THINK BEFORE STARTING”
“A Magia de Escher” no Palacio das Artes, Belo Horizonte, Brasil, setembro a novembro 2013 – uma exposição bem montada, interativa, extraordinaria!/ “The magic of Escher” in the Palacio das Artes, Belo Horizonte, Brazil, September-November 2013 – a well mounted, interactive and extraordinary exhibit.












sexta-feira, 20 de setembro de 2013

FREE FALL



Free fall

I bring
on purpose
and on a platter
this satisfaction to you

on purpose and at random
a love of self
that spreads
like a seed in the wind

and without germination
bypasses the channels of birth
the places of mating

a love of ashes
a love of the jump
and the fall

so gentle
so light it falls
with no need
for safety net

 

 
Erica Weick