segunda-feira, 21 de setembro de 2009

56. Oswald de Andrade - Senhor Feudal

"Se Pedro Segundo
Vier aqui
Com história
Eu boto ele na cadeia"

55. Rainer Maria Rilke - The Poet

"O hour of my muse: why do you leave me,
Wounding me by the wingbeats of your flight?
Alone: what shall I use my mouth to utter?

How shall I pass my days? And how my nights?

I have no one to love. I have no home.
There is no center to sustain my life.
All things to which I give myself grow rich
and leave me spent, impoverished, alone."

quarta-feira, 9 de setembro de 2009


Volta só pra me pôr no colo por você ter ido?


Dolorida, cansada, chorosa.
Ainda bem que existe Poe pra ficar do meu lado enquanto eu não leio nem durmo.
Eu podia te ver amanhã, mas não quero.

quinta-feira, 3 de setembro de 2009


Does romance always love to nod and sing?
Drowsy in the head but I'm not sure about the wing
It can unfold, I guess, to fly or hold
What holds, if you're to ask, I call them legs
They've not really to do with romance, though
I'm drowsy in the head but I'm not sure about the leg
Does romance always have to kneel and beg?
There's nothing about romance that I know,
I'll stop thinking and trust beautiful Poe