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domingo, 12 de agosto de 2012

Orquídea Negra, profana!

Ténue a fronteira entre o sagrado e o profano, para quem vê no profano - lúcido e saudável - algo de perfeitamente sagrado!


Orquídea Negra

Deusa dos jardins alados.
Mistério regado
de orvalho.
Plúmbeo matiz
oriundo,                                                                                 
obcecando os
Olhos do pecado.

Negro olhar
Fulminando o dia
Fechando a cortina
Da pureza
E na incerteza
Dos ateus violando
O sagrado.

Profana! Asas abertas,
Voos lúdicos
Deusa alada do Amor
Aprisiona a mente.
Tu és flor?
Imagem e mulher,
Vampira na miragem.
Medeixes!

Alucina-me com
Esses enfeites,
Cacho de flores,
Razão das minhas
Dores.
Poderia ser nívea,
Apaziguando minh’alma                                                                                         
Esfriando este torpor,
Gerando lucidez e calma.

Podias ser Isaura,
Reflectir bondade em minha
Aura.
Quis o destino provocar-me
Tal desatino.
Desejar o inferno,
As chamas ardentes
De teu corpo feminino,
Vestido de orquídeas negras!

- lusopoemas


Fly me to the moon



Fly me to the moon and
Let me play amoung the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On jupiter and mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby kiss me
Fill my heart with song and
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I'm in love with you
Fill my heart with song and
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words
In other words,
I, I love, I love you.
- Frank Sinatra 
 I am as I am

I am as I am and so will I be
But how that I am none knoweth truly,
Be it evil be it well, be I bond be I free
I am as I am and so will I be.
I lead my life indifferently,
I mean nothing but honestly,
And though folks judge diversely,
I am as I am and so will I die.
I do not rejoice nor yet complain,
Both mirth and sadness I do refrain,
And use the mean since folks will fain
Yet I am as I am be it pleasure or pain.
Divers do judge as they do true,
Some of pleasure and some of woe,
Yet for all that no thing they know,
But I am as I am wheresoever I go.
But since judgers do thus decay,
Let every man his judgement say:
I will it take in sport and play,
For I am as I am who so ever say nay.
Who judgeth well, well God him send;
Who judgeth evil, God them amend;
To judge the best therefore intend,
For I am as I am and so will I end.
Yet some that be that take delight
To judge folks thought for envy and spite,
But whether they judge me wrong or right,
I am as I am and so do I write.
Praying you all that this do read,
To trust it as you do your creed,
And not to think I change my weed,
For I am as I am however I speed.
But how that is I leave to you;
Judge as ye list, false or true;
Ye know no more than afore ye knew;
Yet I am as I am whatever ensue.
And from this mind I will not flee,
But to you all that misjudge me,
I do protest as ye may see,
That I am as I am and so will I be.

- Sir Thomas Wyatt






 

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