sábado, 28 de maio de 2011

The Thought - Fox



I imagine this midnight moment's forest:
Something else is alive
Beside the clock's loneliness
And this blank page where my fingers move.

Through the window I see no star;
Something more near
Though deeper within darkness
Is entering the loneliness:

Cold, delicately as the dark snow
A fox's nose touches twig, leaf;
Two eyes serve a movement, that now
And again now, and now, and now

Sets neat prints into the snow
Between trees, and warily a lame
Shadow lags by stump and in hollow
Of a body that is bold to come

Across clearings, an eye,
A widening deepening greeness,
Brilliantly, concentratedly
Coming about its own business

Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox,
It enters the dark hole of the head.
The window is starless still; the clock ticks,
The page is printed.
Ted Hughes, The Thought-Fox, Faber & Faber, 1995

Walk with me in the gentle rain


and I will be your love for a while

sexta-feira, 27 de maio de 2011

Yes, really !



P.S - principalmente naquela hora em que fechei os olhos e os meus protões entraram em órbita...tubular(spin-echo)

Right here



Waiting for you

P.S - Do come and find me

quinta-feira, 26 de maio de 2011

Just keep on using me



Until you use me up

What am I to you



When I look in your eyes
I can feel the butterflies


P.S - I will  love you, when you're blue

If I could be with you (one hour tonight)


Baby,baby
I wanna be with you tonight


If I could be with you, I'd love you strong,

If I could be with you, I'd love you long,

I want you to know I wouldn't go,

Until I told you, honey, why I love you so.

If I could be with you one hour tonight,

If I was free to do the things I might,

I'm telling you true, I'd be anything but blue,

If I could be with you.

domingo, 22 de maio de 2011

Estrela Cadente


Traço de luz… lá vai! Lá vai! Morreu.
Do nosso amor me lembra a suavidade…
Da estrela não ficou nada no céu
Do nosso sonho em ti nem a saudade!
Pra onde iria a ’strela? Flor fugida
Ao ramalhete atado no infinito…
Que ilusão seguiria entontecida
A linda estrela de fulgir bendito?…
Aonde iria, aonde iria a flor?
(Talvez, quem sabe?… ai quem soubesse, amor!)
Se tu o vires minha bendita estrela
Alguma noite… Deves conhecê-lo!
Falo-te tanto nele!… Pois ao vê-lo
Dize-lhe assim: “Por que não pensas nela?”


 Florbela Espanca                                                                          

It had to be You


It had to be you, it had to be you
I wandered around, and finally found
The somebody who
Could make me be true,
And could make me be blue
And even be glad, just to be sad
Thinking of you



sábado, 21 de maio de 2011

WYWH

You made me miss you and miss you

I believe in miracles


Since you came along

Inspire me



Cause you
You inspire me, yeah
I see your reflection in everything (everything)
You're moving me
Like a melody whoa
You inspire me
Yeah

 
Well the driving rain
Sets the beat
The wind is howling a harmony
The clouds roll away
The sun shines a chorus
Your creation sings the words
To songs i've never heard

quinta-feira, 19 de maio de 2011

As Nossas Madrugadas


Desperta-me de noite
o teu desejo
na vaga dos teus dedos
com que vergas
o sono em que me deito

pois suspeitas

que com ele me visto e me
defendo

É raiva
então ciume
a tua boca

é dor e não
queixume
a tua espada

é rede a tua língua
em sua teia

é vício as palavras
com que falas

E tomas-me de foça
não o sendo
e deixo que o meu ventre
se trespasse

E queres-me de amor
e dás-me o tempo

a trégua
a entrega
e o disfarce

E lembras os meus ombros
docemente
na dobra do lenços que desfazes
na pressa de teres o que só sentes
e possuires de mim o que não sabes

Despertas-me de noite
com o teu corpo

tiras-me do sono
onde resvalo

e eu pouco a pouco
vou repelindo a noite

e tu dentro de mim
vais descobrindo vales.



Maria Tereza Horta

quarta-feira, 18 de maio de 2011

Standing in the edge of love




Late last night I was dreaming
I was dreaming of your charms
I was standing
On the edge of love, darling
With you in my arms

Well you whispered sweet things
And told me
That you loved me and always be true
And you'd stand
On the edge of love with me
If I'd stand with you

I'm standing on the edge of love
Just about to slip and fall
Standing on the edge of love, darling
Waiting on your call
You know I'm standing on the edge of love
Just about to lose my mind
Standing on the edge of love, darling
Waiting on you one more time

Yet, it’s the radical inappropriateness that makes lust.


«The great biological joke on people is that you are intimate before you know anything about the other person. In the initial moment you understand everything. You are drawn to each other’s surface initially, but you also intuit the fullest dimension. And the attraction doesn’t have to be equivalent: she’s attracted to one thing, you to the another. It’s surface, it’s curiosity, but then, boom, the dimension. (...) Sex is all the enchantement required. Do men find anyone of any sex that enchanting unless they have sexual business with them? Who else are you enchanted by? Nobody."


Philip Roth, The Dying Animal

sábado, 14 de maio de 2011

Baby can you feel me ?


I’d risk my life to feel
Your body next to mine
Imagining I’m looking in your eyes
I can see you clearly
Vividly emblazoned in my mind
And yet you’re so far
Like a distant star
I’m wishing on
Cause I can’t go on
I’d give my all for your love tonight
Give my all for your love
Tonight

I'm Yours


Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love

Dentro das gavetas


Não deves abrir as gavetas
fechadas: por alguma razão as trancaram,
e teres descoberto agora
a chave é um acaso que podes ignorar.
Dentro das gavetas sabes o que encontras:
mentiras. Muitas mentiras de papel,
fotografias, objectos.
Dentro das gavetas está a imperfeição,
a mágoa com que repetidamente te desiludes.
As gavetas foram sendo preenchidas
por gente tão fraca como tu
e foram fechadas por alguém mas sábio do que tu.
Há um mês ou um século, não importa.


 
Pedro Mexia


Remember


There are some things one remembers even though they may never have happened.
Harold Pinter

quinta-feira, 12 de maio de 2011

Simple, huh? Like everything in life.


Basically, it boils down to this:
There are men who give us back
the head, and there are men who in
give back to the stomach...

I urgently need you


I wanna kiss you underneath the stars
Maybe we'll go too far
We just don't care,
We just don't care,
We just don't care.



Pleased to meet you. Hope you guessed my name. Oh,Yeah !


"I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me."

Anais Nin 

quarta-feira, 11 de maio de 2011

A Good Time


“Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Yeah, we're going to the Roadhouse
We're gonna have a real good time


 
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long”




Perseverance



A determined attitude that makes you continue trying to achive something difficult.

segunda-feira, 9 de maio de 2011

Once one reached the pinnacle of nostalgia ...


...There are gaps which can only be fulfilled when we look at the silent presence that terminating a history of affection won, and built ties shared moments.

I Want Romance




Quero o circo todo a que tenho direito: sedução, fantasia, tempo. Quero um romance longo, quero intimidade. Fazer cena de ciúme, terminar, voltar, amar, brigar de novo, telefonar, pedir desculpas, retornar…

(Martha Medeiros)

In restless dreams I walkek alone


whispered in the sounds of silence


About a hug




“Recordo o cheiro do teu corpo – o desejo revela-se no lume dos olhos, mas é no perfume da pele que nos envolve, escorregando da alma, como um abraço invulnerável ao tempo”.
(Os íntimos, Inês Pedrosa)

sábado, 7 de maio de 2011

It isn't, what I do,but how I do it.




It isn't,what I say, but how I say it, and how I look, when I do it, and say it.

Foi um beijo...



foi um beijo onde não importava a boca
só tuas mãos quentes me apertando pelas costas
nada estava acontecendo na minha frente
e a ansiedade que havia não era pouca
teus dedos perguntavam pra minha blusa
se meu corpo acolheria um delinqüente
descoladas as línguas um instante
minha resposta saiu um tanto rouca...


Martha Medeiros

sexta-feira, 6 de maio de 2011

Love Me Like a River Does


Love me like a river does
Cross the sea
Love me like a river does
Endlessly

Apeteces-me


Ahora te quiero,
como el mar quiere a su agua:
desde fuera, por arriba,
haciéndose sin parar
con ella tormentas, fugas,
albergues, descansos, calmas.
¡Qué frenesíes, quererte!
¡Qué entusiasmo de olas altas,
y qué desmayos de espuma
van y vienen! Un tropel
de formas, hechas, deshechas,
galopan desmelenadas.
Pero detrás de sus flancos
está soñándose un sueño
de otra forma más profunda
de querer, que está allá abajo:
de no ser ya movimiento,
de acabar este vaivén,
este ir y venir, de cielos
a abismos, de hallar por fin
la inmóvil flor sin otoño
de un quererse quieto, quieto.
Más allá de ola y espuma
el querer busca su fondo.
Esta hondura donde el mar
hizo la paz con su agua
y están queriéndose ya
sin signo, sin movimiento.
Amor
tan sepultado en su ser,
tan entregado, tan quieto,
que nuestro querer en vida
se sintiese
seguro de no acabar
cuando terminan los besos,
las miradas, las señales.
Tan cierto de no morir,
como está
el gran amor de los muertos.

Pedro Salinas

Dammit

quinta-feira, 5 de maio de 2011

In a Sentimental Mood


On the wings of every kiss
Drifts a melody so strange and sweet
In this sentimental bliss
You make my paradise complete

Wishing you the same


I love You in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

quarta-feira, 4 de maio de 2011

You Make It Easy



[ How'd you do it? How'd you find me?
How did I find you?
How can this be true?
To be held and understood ]

Because I Love You



Tell him that when he talks my whole body shivers, how when he kisses me I forget to breath sometimes, how I feel like a little girl when he puts my hair behind my ears, even though I hate how I look with my hair like that. I didn’t know how to tell him that I didn’t understand why he loved me. So I simply replied:
‘’Because I love you.’’

terça-feira, 3 de maio de 2011

segunda-feira, 2 de maio de 2011

Love is


"Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired." - Mark Twain


" This is a good day for America...the world is safer "


"It's what the world needed,"
"(I'll) always remember where I was when the towers went down, and I'm always going to remember where I am now."

Dustin Swensson, a military veteran of the Iraq war

Get In Here

And I wish to you, joy and happiness, but above all this, I wish you love.

domingo, 1 de maio de 2011

Make Love



I felt, apart from the very real physical pleasure and love that gave me a kind of intellectual pleasure to think about it. The words "make love" have a charm to them ...

Françoise Sagan

Love Me Tender, Mum !


A mother's love perceives no impossibilities.