There's something there...
Thursday, December 31, 2009
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New Year's Eve
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Saturday, December 26, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Crave
And I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy's and talk about the day and type your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don't listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you're sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the the programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts your arse your
and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home and sit on the steps smoking till you come home and worry when you're late and be amazed when you're early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I'm black and be sorry when I'm wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I'd known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you're angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you're gorgeous and hug you when you're anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I'm next to you and whimper when I'm not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don't and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think I'm rejecting you when I'm not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I'd ever reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you and write poems for you and wonder why you don't believe me and have a feeling so deep I can't find words for it and want to buy you a kitten I'd get jealous of because it would get more attention than me and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do and get rid of the roaches and buy you presents you don't want and take them away again and ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking because though you think I don't mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you and wander the city thinking it's empty without you and want want you want and think I'm losing myself but know I'm safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don't deserve any less and answer your questions when I'd rather not and tell you the truth when I really dont' want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it's all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am and try to get closer to you because it's a beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love I have for you.
Sarah Kane
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Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
autumn
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Wednesday, November 18, 2009
A velocidade da luz
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Sunday, November 15, 2009
paráfrase de Ruy Belo
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Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Pessoa em Alcobaça
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Sunday, November 8, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
e porque o dia é de sophia...
Ouve:
Como tudo é tranquilo e dorme liso;
Claras as paredes, o chão brilha,
E pintados no vidro da janela
O céu, um campo verde, duas árvores.
Fecha os olhos e dorme no mais fundo
De tudo quanto nunca floresceu.
Não toques nada, não olhes, não te lembres.
Qualquer passo
Faz estalar as mobílias aquecidas
Por tantos dias de sol inúteis e compridos.
Não te lembres, nem esperes.
Não estás no interior de um fruto:
Aqui o tempo e o sol nada amadurecem.
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Thursday, November 5, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Sunflowers in Blu
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Monday, November 2, 2009
Diz-me assim devagar coisa nenhuma:
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Jorge de Sena, 90 anos de vida
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epitáfio
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
nítido como um girassol
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A perfect beauty of a sunflower! a perfect excellent lovely sunflower existence! a sweet natural eye to the new hip moon, woke up alive and excited grasping in the sunset shadow sunrise golden monthly breeze!
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Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
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Saturday, October 17, 2009
blu to blu
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life-blowing
A death-blow is a life-blow to some
Who, till they died, did not alive become;
Who, had they lived, had died, but when
They died, vitality begun.
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Thursday, October 15, 2009
do inexplicável
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novo elogio da traição
A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
A palavra morre
Quando ocorre,
Se dizia.
Eu digo que ela
Se revela
Nesse dia.
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elogio da traição
Could mortal lip divine
The undeveloped Freight
Of a delivered syllable
‘Twould crumble with the weight.
Se o lábio hábil a sílaba
Soubesse sopesar,
Poderia, surpreso,
Ruir sob o seu peso.
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If recollecting were forgetting,
Then I remember not.
And if forgetting, recollecting,
How near I had forgot.
And if to miss, were merry,
And to mourn, were gay,
How very blithe the fingers
That gathered this, Today!
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october, a blue and gold mistake
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Wednesday, October 14, 2009
i like london with no rain
cantam todo o inverno
como se o frio fosse
o maior aconchego
nos parques arrancados
ao trânsito automóvel
nas ruas da neve negra
sob um céu sempre duro
os pássaros de Londres
falam de esplendor
com que se ergue o estio
e a lua se derrama
por praças tão sem cor
que parecem de pano
em jardins germinando
sob mantos de gelo
como se gelo fora
o linho mais bordado
ou em casas como aquela
onde Rimbaud comeu
e dormiu e estendeu
a vida desesperada
estreita faixa amarela
espécie de paralela
entre o tudo e o nada
os pássaros de Londres
quando termina o dia
e o sol consegue um pouco
abraçar a cidade
à luz razante e forte
que dura dois minutos
nas árvores que surgem
subitamente imensas
no ouro verde e negro
que é sua densidade
ou nos muros sem fim
dos bairros deserdados
onde não sabes não
se vida rogo amor
algum dia erguerão
do pavimento cínzeo
algum claro limite
os pássaros de Londres
cumprem o seu dever
de cidadãos britânicos
que nunca nunca viram
os céus mediterrânicos
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Tuesday, October 6, 2009
olha que chuva boa que traz o azul...
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Sunday, October 4, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Dia Mundial da Música. No Coração.
Da música poderemos também dizer que é uma ciência de Eros,
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coração do dia
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Wednesday, September 30, 2009
why do i love (under) covers: yesterday and today, like the sunshine
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Monday, September 28, 2009
Paz
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Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
(re) ler
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no outono caem as
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Bientôt on pourra naître sans crier, ensuite ce sera sans crier faire l'amour, perdre un enfant, mourir. Non, je ne suis pas folle. On va vers le silence.
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Wednesday, September 23, 2009
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Boneca de pano é gente...: Emília, r.i.p.
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Monday, September 21, 2009
parêntesis
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Saturday, September 19, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
onde brilhem os olhos seus
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regresso a helder moura pereira
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Wednesday, September 16, 2009
beyond a reasonable doubt
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pessoa por caeiro
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