Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Seen by Joana Blu at 5:57 AM
How could I love you more?
I would give up
Even that beauty I have loved too well
That I might love you better.
Alas, how poor the gifts that lovers give -
I can but give you of my flesh and strength,
I can but give you these few passing days
And passionate words that, since our speech began,
All lovers whisper in all ladies' ears.
I try to think of some one lovely gift
No lover yet in all the world has found;
I think: If the cold sombre gods
Were hot with love as I am
Could they not endow you with a star
And fix bright youth forever in your limbs?
Could they not give you all things that I lack?
You should have loved a god; I am but dust.
Yet no god loves as loves this poor frail dust.
Seen by Joana Blu at 10:36 AM
|GROVESNOR - Drive Your Car|
|Found at skreemr.com|
Seen by Joana Blu at 8:36 AM
pôr os olhos na beleza é pôr os olhos na morte
MORTE EM VENEZA
De muitas coisas se pode morrer
De velhice de susto
ou de beleza
Jorge de Sousa Braga
tanto eu como tu nascemos tarde.
Ambos amamos os palácios,
ambos amamos as ruínas
que o tempo poupou, e as outras
mais ruínas ainda
por não querermos poupá-las.
Ruínas. Outono. Nostalgia.
Um agasalho, um ninho
da futura alegria.
João José Cochofel
Seen by Joana Blu at 2:41 PM