tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82447705375120730852024-03-18T08:11:15.428-01:00Ad astra... de lava e de mar...Ad astrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06994150194362400508noreply@blogger.comBlogger262125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244770537512073085.post-40196015216254487852017-05-10T11:50:00.000+00:002017-05-10T11:50:23.287+00:00Forgetfulness<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: black;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Forgetfulness is like a song <br />That, freed from beat and measure, wanders. <br />Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled, <br />Outspread and motionless, -- <br />A bird that coasts the wind unwearyingly. <br /><br />Forgetfulness is rain at night, <br />Or an old house in a forest, -- or a child. <br />Forgetfulness is white, -- white as a blasted tree, <br />And it may stun the sybil into prophecy, <br />Or bury the Gods. <br /><br />I can remember much forgetfulness.
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: black;">Harold Hart Crane</span></i></span></span></div>
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A CASA (excerto)<br />
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Espero-a. Não consigo tocar em nada, o coração impaciente. No<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> corpo da casa balanço o meu próprio corpo. Não há, de facto, li-<br />mites, nem para a cobardia nem para a audácia.<br /> Deserto este, a casa. Deserto. Apenas o odor impensável da água<br /> pura, o perfume do vazio, a descoberta por fazer, peregrinação<br /> dos olhos: contornos da luz, travessia de sombras, espécie de cis-<br />ne vogando na penumbra. Espero-a como se perguntasse ao mar<br /> pelo outro lado de mim. Relação. Círculo. Divisão. Fogueira. O<br /> tempo, o fóssil do futuro. Espero-a.<br /> A casa recolhe os últimos fios de luz. Filtra-os, borboletas de voo<br /> suave. Fibras. Tranças. As paredes expõem o grande quadro da <br /> nudez e o silêncio vem ocupar o espaço da luz, movendo-se. Do<br /> outro lado do vidro, chove, permanece chovendo. Sigo com o olhar<br /> uma gota, esse monumento ínfimo da criação, no seu caminho de<br /> fulgor para a morte, mensagem de há cem milhões de anos envia-<br />da ao coração. Pelos estreitos corredores do outono a água circu-<br />la na memória. Nenhuma verdade é inteiramente verdade.</span></div>
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<i>Joaquim Pessoa in CADERNO DE EXORCISMOS</i></div>
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Ad astrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06994150194362400508noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244770537512073085.post-56368071076472127362015-09-17T09:26:00.003+00:002015-09-17T09:26:35.739+00:00<span class="tituloObras">OS TEUS OLHOS
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Direi verde
<br />do verde dos teus olhos
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<br />de um rugoso mais verde
<br />e mais sedento
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<br />Daquele não só íntimo
<br />ou só verde
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<br />daquele mais macio
<br />mais ave
<br />ou vento
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<br />Direi vácuo
<br />volume
<br />direi vidro
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<br />Direi dos olhos verdes
<br />os teus olhos
<br />e do verde dos teus olhos vício
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<br />Voragem mais veloz
<br />mais verde
<br />ou vinco
<br />voragem mais crespada
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><strong>©</strong><strong> MARIA TERESA HORTA
</strong><br /><em>In As palavras do corpo, 2012
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;">da figura
das coisas</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;">h</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;">oje,
os vendavais</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: small;">que dão
novos ângulos</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">à
figueira nua de folhas,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">cujos
troncos se desencontram</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">como
riscos feitos no azul</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">pelo
Deus ignoto,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">começaram,
ou recomeçaram,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">o
que é o mesmo,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">porque
ano após ano,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">o deus
risca nos céus</span><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">traços
diversos únicos.</span><br /><b><br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">fiama
hasse pais brandão</span></i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">
</span></i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">in
as fábulas</span></i></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Árvores são máquinas de
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Se amamos tão úteis quanto uma flor<br />
pétala a pétala até chegar o Outono<br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Nuno Camarneiro</i></span><span class="post-authorvcard"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> em
acordarumdia.blogspot.pt</i></span></div>
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<b><span class="titulo">O Silêncio</span>
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<span class="conteudo">Quando a ternura
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parece já do seu ofício fatigada,
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e o sono, a mais incerta barca,
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inda demora,
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quando azuis irrompem
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os teus olhos
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e procuram
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nos meus navegação segura,
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é que eu te falo das palavras
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desamparadas e desertas,
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pelo silêncio fascinadas.
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<i>Eugénio de Andrade, in "Obscuro Domínio"</i></span>Ad astrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06994150194362400508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244770537512073085.post-18891209676669880922013-05-29T11:34:00.000+00:002013-05-29T11:34:11.171+00:00<div align="left" style="padding-left: 14px; padding-top: 13px;">
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">There are so many islands! <br />As many islands as the stars at night <br />on that branched tree from which meteors are shaken <br />like falling fruit around the schooner Flight. <br />But things must fall,and so it always was, <br />on one hand Venus,on the other Mars; <br />fall,and are one,just as this earth is one <br />island in archipelagoes of stars. <br />My first friend was the sea.Now,is my last. <br />I stop talking now.I work,then I read, <br />cotching under a lantern hooked to the mast. <br />I try to forget what happiness was, <br />and when that don't work,I study the stars. <br />Sometimes is just me,and the soft-scissored foam <br />as the deck turn white and the moon open <br />a cloud like a door,and the light over me <br />is a road in white moonlight taking me home. <br />Shabine sang to you from the depths of the sea. </span></div>
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as dunas </span></i><i><span style="background: #FFF6E5; border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT; padding: 0cm;"><br />
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com o vento são </span></i><i><span style="background: #FFF6E5; border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT; padding: 0cm;"><br />
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amor que dormita </span></i><i><span style="background: #FFF6E5; border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT; padding: 0cm;"><br />
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O mar é longe,mas somos nós o vento;<br />
e a lembrança que tira,até ser ele,<br />
é doutro e mesmo,é ar da tua boca<br />
onde o silêncio pasce e a noite aceita.<br />
Donde estás,que névoa me perturba<br />
mais que não ver os olhos da manhã<br />
com que tu mesma a vês e te convém?<br />
Cabelos,dedos ,sal e a longa pele,<br />
onde se escondem a tua vida os dá;<br />
e é com mãos solenes,fugitivas,<br />
que te recolho viva e me concedo<br />
a hora em que as ondas se confundem<br />
e nada é necessário ao pé do mar.<br />
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Pedro Tamen <br />
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Quando em silêncio passas entre as folhas,<br />
uma ave renasce da sua morte<br />
e agita as asas de repente;<br />
tremem maduras todas as espigas<br />
como se o próprio dia as inclinasse,<br />
e gravemente, comedidas,<br />
param as fontes a beber-te a face.<br />
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<i>Eugénio de Andrade in</i><br />
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...E nunca se amará ninguém melhor;<br />
Tu calando de mim o teu amor,<br />
Sem que eu nunca do meu te diga nada...<br />
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<i>Florbela Espanca in A Mensageira da Violeta
</i>Ad astrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06994150194362400508noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244770537512073085.post-50932233434598406742012-08-24T16:09:00.001+00:002012-08-24T16:13:26.366+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAYzrqNJKMJwWQQpaLK4eIFUHSdztn6GCKN5Jw43-3Fm32WTK661lbmMC0VCFtCM9j7VwdygY8rwczUSOFjOw76pNvA8uFk-fTDg7lHliqVr8RaSNKwpvG7oiMkydVQSx3Oat6uthzo8Ob/s1600/1861925_p5Rf7.jpeg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAYzrqNJKMJwWQQpaLK4eIFUHSdztn6GCKN5Jw43-3Fm32WTK661lbmMC0VCFtCM9j7VwdygY8rwczUSOFjOw76pNvA8uFk-fTDg7lHliqVr8RaSNKwpvG7oiMkydVQSx3Oat6uthzo8Ob/s320/1861925_p5Rf7.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5780272768299593826" /></a><br /><br />Pressinto<br /><br />transparência nas asas<br />aguarela salpicada de oceano<br />simples rasgo de sol cortando brumas<br /><br />Já perto avista-se luz no farol<br /><br />Ad astrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06994150194362400508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244770537512073085.post-86470324940103408152012-05-20T12:05:00.003+00:002012-05-20T12:14:52.892+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSZZKdhxYGT23K_epypapmPCaoATvLU6-1umM1Rhg_dSrGwTQZTHKKPL2k-MFJ9LCmoNaYCfsqvuoFDa27PtQDzdJmNlv0aA8PAICTbPWNXGhKhw7ms0yXkToJoUPlEYSlq11Yv21RvShq/s1600/cunene9.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3fvlPN4ShLg67LOf9J6PECd7FioWkAMoIFRvhf2LjDEsaEASw0VXQR0AUF7KKPExU2E2x20rN-yJ6rElwIHcJDySzsY7REi8o074XlQe6jRDtjGXKGKH9vbJEny3JjfhAOv5bCcrG53gV/s320/almreis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704107125159891682" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br /><br />"...A coluna onde me esperavas e o mundo desfazendo os contrários..."</span>Ad astrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06994150194362400508noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244770537512073085.post-6704089915267315482012-01-22T17:49:00.001-01:002012-01-22T17:49:47.584-01:00<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K-gnXTJ35Ig" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Ad astrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06994150194362400508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244770537512073085.post-33878189626078246342012-01-17T13:50:00.001-01:002012-01-17T13:52:06.868-01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCCipCo9ruoJsroXM3ntpi-b8nS96bRNpePM0OrgHdSnKj7fMBG8rTSs4G99hLaO2Yc00NiFxwNM0HtyUhE_0QjP1Lnh5VkSX5TCODJIK5LdPbk_plzu_tJbPJ7zC1ih44ojeiMBi4E_v9/s1600/3008390099_73a795150c_z.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCCipCo9ruoJsroXM3ntpi-b8nS96bRNpePM0OrgHdSnKj7fMBG8rTSs4G99hLaO2Yc00NiFxwNM0HtyUhE_0QjP1Lnh5VkSX5TCODJIK5LdPbk_plzu_tJbPJ7zC1ih44ojeiMBi4E_v9/s320/3008390099_73a795150c_z.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698613756411540834" /></a><br />Sabedoria do Mundo <br /><br />Não fiques em terreno plano.<br />Não subas muito alto.<br />O mais belo olhar sobre o mundo<br />Está a meia encosta.<br /><br />Friedrich Nietzsche, in "A Gaia Ciência"Ad astrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06994150194362400508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244770537512073085.post-24562840067912217252012-01-08T16:53:00.000-01:002012-01-08T16:54:36.856-01:00<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/29950141?portrait=0&color=ffffff" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/29950141">Landscapes: Volume Two</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/dustinfarrell">Dustin Farrell</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>Ad astrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06994150194362400508noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244770537512073085.post-69077687493968833492011-11-06T17:48:00.000-01:002011-11-06T17:48:49.030-01:00<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s6ndU7GKpjI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />Ad astrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06994150194362400508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244770537512073085.post-11418570955549365082011-10-04T15:33:00.002+00:002011-10-04T15:37:35.450+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIU_y3GM5G4VXH0IAB5dbkGWQkw2THm3y3gcdCOnFMqEFBPo6BrrrHzBEP9Cox82wMyQlSAqan5i1WlorUt9pX6Y58muel1IEcEfvF8pTcM2_pVmqmCQmSh4if1G8TORvd3CbjsjgbPbPN/s1600/690x690.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIU_y3GM5G4VXH0IAB5dbkGWQkw2THm3y3gcdCOnFMqEFBPo6BrrrHzBEP9Cox82wMyQlSAqan5i1WlorUt9pX6Y58muel1IEcEfvF8pTcM2_pVmqmCQmSh4if1G8TORvd3CbjsjgbPbPN/s320/690x690.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659661538803258418" /></a><br />Andam palavras na noite <br />Cansadas de me chamar. <br />Trago os meus lábios salgados <br />E algas no paladar.<br /><br />Eu sou um grande oceano <br />Que só fala a voz do mar! <br />Mas já sinto o mar cansado <br />De pedir o luar ao céu <br />Que a Noite não lhe quer dar!<br /><br /><br /><em>Natália Correi in Rio de Nuvens</em>Ad astrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06994150194362400508noreply@blogger.com7