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Como o nome indica aqui pode-se falar de tudo e de nada: Vida, amor, morte, poesia, animais, futebol, solidão, paz, musica... Here we talk about all and nothing: life, love, death, poetry, animals, futebol, soccer, solitude, peace, music
Recent Posts Tagged With 'poetry'
SUSPENSE / ANSIEDADE - Fernando Pessoa (no 74º. aniversário da morte do poeta)
I dream, and strange dim powers My shining sleep assist;A sound as of coming showers Creeps towards me, loudly hist;And lo! all my forgotten hours Lie round me like a mist.The ghosts of my dead selves Weave round me a false mesh;M...
Auguries of Innocence - William Blake
To see a world in a grain of sand,And a heaven in a wild flower,Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,And eternity in an hour.A robin redbreast in a cagePuts all heaven in a rage.A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeonsShudders hell thro' all its ...
Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone;For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air;The echoes bound to a joyful sou...
A Dream Within A Dream / Um sonho dentro de um sonho - Edgar Allan Poe ( 160th anniversary of the death )
Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow-You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that...
The Emperor of Ice-Cream - Wallace Stevens (on the 130th anniversary of his birth)
Call the roller of big cigars,The muscular one, and bid him whipIn kitchen cups concupiscent curds.Let the wenches dawdle in such dressAs they are used to wear, and let the boysBring flowers in last month's newspapers.Let be be finale of seem.The onl...
When you go away / Quando Partes - W. S. Merwin
When you go away the wind clicks around to the northThe painters work all day but at sundown the paint fallsShowing the black wallsThe clock goes back to striking the same hourThat has no place in the yearsAnd at night wrapped in the bed of ashesIn o...
X - Ray - Dannie Abse
Some prowl sea-beds, some hurtle to a star And mother, some obsessed turn over every stone Or open graves to let that starlight in. There are men who would open anything. Harvey, the circulation of the blood, And Freud, the circulation of our dream...
