Fall in love

Who put the fall in fall in love

the notion that to love is sin

that that which nature gave to us

is less than wholly good within?

Are we not made from time’s first day

to put love first of all the good

that haltingly may come our way

to hail this freely given blood?

How can this climax of the flesh

be after seen as something vile

as though blame could be made for breath

or eyes be cursed for opening wide?

Love makes the present, future, and the past

It is the first we cannot tell from last

Kevin Straw

Fall asleep...

Masha Kurbatova

Je vois la vie en rose...

Just like heaven... for a little while

A little while when I am gone

My life will live in music after me,

As spun foam lifted and borne on

After the wave is lost in the full sea.

A while these nights and days will burn

In song with the bright frailty of foam,

Living in light before they turn

Back to the nothingness that is their home.

Sara Teasdale

Goodnight little angel...

Goodnight little angel, please gather your tears,

Use them as balm on my brow and my fears.

The lanterns of love, burn bright in your eyes,

Let them light me a path through the darkening skies.

Goodnight little angel, please try not to weep,

My years have been many, 'tis time now to sleep.

The shadows are falling, my time it is nigh

Hold my hand little angel and kiss me goodbye...

(Laurie Hill)

Meu irmão, meu amigo...

Hoje.

Hoje é um marco de dor.

Hoje é um ciclo novo que se inicía. Mais um ano sem te ter.

Nada faz sentido - Nem a missa, nem o facto de, por fazer dois anos de teu desaparecimento, eu o tenha que dizer, que escrever... como se isso aligeirasse a tua ausência, como se isso pudesse mostrar aos outros a falta que me fazes e o quão desmembrada ficou a nossa família sem ti.

Neste infinito pessoal, neste vasto mar de sentimentos que vou descodificando à medida que surgem novas mutações deles próprios, é difícil dizer o que sinto e o quanto sinto.

Acho sempre que sinto mais do que os outros, talvez seja egoísmo ou pretensão minha, mas a verdade é que não sei comprimir a dor de forma a que se encaixe dentro do meu corpo... Mas ela lá vai ocupando espaço, alargando-se e esticando-se, de forma variável conforme o dia, a hora, o minuto.

Let them blow...

If you like my poems let them

walk in the evening, a little behind you

then people will say

"Along this road I saw a princess pass

on her way to meet her lover

(it was toward nightfall)

with tall and ignorant servants."

(e.e. cummings)

Heart = Love

"The task I’m trying to achieve above all is to make you see."

D.W. Griffith

It touched me

 T.S Spookytooth

It touched me by the way it shows the sadness, the abandonment, the slouch...

Why not?

George Bernard Shaw - The Nobel Prize in Literature 1925

“Some men see things as they are and ask why.

Others dream things that never were and ask why not.”

Uma vela acesa numa mão cheia de nada

Quero falar-te das horas incandescentes que antecedem a noite e não sei como fazê-lo.

Às vezes penso que vou encontrar-te na rua mais improvável, que nos sentamos diante do rio e ficamos a trocar pedaços de coisas subitamente importantes (...)

Mas depois, virando a esquina, todas as esquinas de todos os dias, esperam-me apenas as aves que ninguém sabe de onde partiram.

Vasco Gato

If you hear a song in blue...

If you hear a song in blue like a flower crying for the dew

That was my heart serenading you

My prelude to a kiss

If you hear a song that grows from my tender sentimental woes

That was my heart trying to compose

A prelude to a kiss

Though it's just a simple melody with nothing fancy, nothing much

You could turn it to a simphony a

Schubert tune with a Gershwin touch

Oh! How My love song gently cries for the

tenderness within your eyes

My love is a prelude that never dies

A prelude to a kiss

O lema dos Portugueses...

A glimpse

The little things

It is the little things that count
And give a mother pleasure -

The things her children bring to her

Which they so richly treasure...

The picture that is smudged a bit

With tiny fingerprints,

The colored rock, the lightning bugs,

The sticky peppermints

The ragged, bright bouquet of flowers

A child brings, roots and all -

These things delight a mother's heart

Although they seem quite small.

A mother can see beauty

In the very smallest thing

For there's a little bit of heaven

In a small child's offering.

Katherine Nelson Davis

(Para a minha mãe que sempre deu valor às minhas pequenas coisas e para os meus filhos que me dão coisas pequenas que são imensamente grandiosas..)