(Beth Moon - Ancient Trees: Portraits Of Time, Abbeville Press, 2014)


“Eu pertenço à fecundidade
e crescerei enquanto crescem as vidas:
sou jovem com a juventude da água,
sou lento com a lentidão do tempo,
sou puro com a pureza do ar,
escuro com o vinho
da noite
e só estarei imóvel quando seja
tão mineral que não veja nem escute,
nem participe do que nasce e cresce.

Quando escolhi a selva
para aprender a ser,
folha por folha,
estendi as minhas lições
e aprendi a ser raiz, barro profundo,
terra calada, noite cristalina,
e pouco a pouco mais, toda a selva.”

(NERUDA, Pablo. O Caçador de raízes. Antologia Poética, José Olympio, 1994, p. 232.)


quarta-feira, 20 de maio de 2015

Poets of the Fall - Cradled in Love




You had the blue note sapphire eyes, to back up all those gazes
To pierce my guard and to take my soul off to faraway places
Told me I'll never be alone, cos you're right there

We took a gamble with this love, like sailing to the storm
With the waves rushing over to take us,
we were battling against the tide
You were my beacon of salvation, I was your starlight

So don't cry for your love, cry tears of joy
Cos you're alive cradled in love
Don't cry for your love, cry tears of joy
Cos you're alive cradled in love

I kept the love you gave me alive, and now I carry it with me
I know it's just a tear drop from mother earth, but in it
I can hear a dolphin sing
Telling me I'll never be alone, I know you're right there

So with the fire still burning bright, I wanna gaze into your light
If I could see my fortune there,
you know how flames can hypnotize
Do I even dare to speak out your name
for fear it sounds like, like a lover

So don't cry for your love, cry tears of joy
Cos you're alive cradled in love
Don't cry for your love, cry tears of joy
Cos you're alive

Cradled in love


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