As palavras que te envio são interditas
até, meu amor, pelo halo das searas;
se alguma regressasse, nem já reconhecia
o teu nome nas suas curvas claras.
Tag: poetry-quotes portuguese-literature
Hoje roubei todas as rosas dos jardins
e cheguei ao pé de ti de mãos vazias.
Tag: poesia portuguese eugénio-de-andrade
We’ve worn our words to death,
when now I say: my love,
nothing happens, absolutely nothing.
And yet, before the words were spent,
I’m certain
that everything trembled
at the mere murmur of your name
in the silence of my heart.
Now we have nothing to give.
There is nothing within you
that asks me for water.
The past is useless as a rag.
And I’ve told you already: the words are spent.
Good-bye.
It's urgent-love.
It's urgent- a boat upon the sea.
It's urgent to destroy certain words,
hate, solitude, and cruelty,
some mornings,
many swords.
It's urgent to invent a joyfulness,
multiply kisses and cornfields,
discover roses and rivers
and glistening mornings- it's urgent.
Silence and an impure light fall upon our shoulders till they ache.
It's urgent- love, it's urgent
to endure.
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