Velhice

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Velhice

Postby Arsénio Mata » 16 Nov 2009 23:46

O sol branqueia a terra, árida.
O vidro já está gasto,
já é baço.
As linhas que definiam
aquele quintal já estão
ultrapassadas.
Já há ervas daninhas
e urtigas naquele rosto.
As paredes daquela casa
já são mofo.
O sorriso da terra já morreu.
Only in the bloodline is this terror exposed
A knife to the eye of modern day times
Exactly what you've worked for.

A price for the pride
I can feel the distance coming
The holes in my lungs
Won't let me take this anymore.

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Aignes
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Re: Velhice

Postby Aignes » 16 Nov 2009 23:57

Gostei deste poema.

Já há ervas daninhas
e urtigas naquele rosto.


Bonito :smile:
«The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.»

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Re: Velhice

Postby Arsénio Mata » 18 Nov 2009 20:58

Obrigado! :smile:
Only in the bloodline is this terror exposed
A knife to the eye of modern day times
Exactly what you've worked for.

A price for the pride
I can feel the distance coming
The holes in my lungs
Won't let me take this anymore.

http://umhomemsimpatico.tumblr.com/


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