#saudade
that time in a life when the kind of happiness that’s made in part
from sorrow isn’t yet the only kind: I can hear it finishing. Where
are you? The only sound, for miles, is the sound of finishing.Carl Phillips, from “Before the Leaves Turn Back”,Wild is the Wind
Ela era tão simples, e tão especial. Era tudo tão louco, era tudo tão mágico. A forma que ela colocava suas músicas e eu cantava junto, a forma que suas mãos encaixavam nas minhas, ou como nosso beijo tinha tanta sincronia. Mas agora era só outra manhã. Vazia, apenas sua luz fazia companhia
-Mallu
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Ela não era apenas outra menina. Tinha alma de criança, corria, ria, dizia o que sentia. A mente era de uma senhora, sabia, calma, parecia q já tinha vivido aquela vida. Ah, aquela menina. Dos olhos castanhos e do sorriso brilhante. Podia voltar e me ensinar de novo como fazer valer a pena essa vida.
-Mallu
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E talvez um dia eu pare de dançar escondida no quarto, mas sei que não vou dançar para ninguém. E talvez um dia eu não goste das coisas como gosto agora. Mas sei que mesmo se um dia eu perder boa parte da minha memória, você ainda vai estar lá. Lá na minha mente. Escondida em algum lugar. Seu sorriso, seu jeito, tudo…
-Mallu
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Rain
Peter Everwine
Toward evening, as the light failed
and the pear tree at my window darkened,
I put down my book and stood at the open door,
the first raindrops gusting in the eaves,
a smell of wet clay in the wind.
Sixty years ago, lying beside my father,
half asleep, on a bed of pine boughs as rain
drummed against our tent, I heard
for the first time a loon’s sudden wail
drifting across that remote lake—
a loneliness like no other,
though what I heard as inconsolable
may have been only the sound of something
untamed and nameless
singing itself to the wilderness around it
and to us until we slept. And thinking of my father
and of good companions gone
into oblivion, I heard the steady sound of rain
and the soft lapping of water, and did not know
whether it was grief or joy or something other
that surged against my heart
and held me listening there so long and late.
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Also: Supple Cord, Naomi Shihab Nye || Late Confession, Gary Soto || from Briggflatts, Basil Bunting
On this day in:
2020: Things to Do in the Belly of the Whale, Dan Albergotti
2019:Prayer, Galway Kinnell
2018:Egg, C.G. Hanzlicek
2017:Well Water, Randall Jarrell
2016:For Desire, Kim Addonizio
2015:The Coming of Light, Mark Strand
2014:Flying Low, Stephen Dunn
2013:The Envoy, Jane Hirshfield
2012:Red Wand, Sandra Simonds
2011:Trying to Raise the Dead, Dorianne Laux
2010:Asking for Directions, Linda Gregg
2009:A Blessing, James Wright
2008:New York, New York, David Berman
2007:Waste Land Limericks, Wendy Cope
2006:There Are Two Worlds, Larry Levis
2005:America, Allen Ginsberg
Eu senti, senti saudade demais, vontade demais, culpa demais, mudança demais, seu corpo demais, senti de tantos modos, senti e bebi cada gota de sol que virou breu, que de repente fez-se a falta de sentir, e um buraco negro dentro de meu peito cheio de interrogações só tenta sentir onde foi parar todas as composições do verbo sentir.
Maybe I’m the one that doesn’t know how to love.
21.37
His mercy has no limits.
18.30
The person you are willing to save at any cost is the one that’s going to kill you in the end.
18.10
Only a normal person would think that being normal is a good thing.
17.43
I want to whisper my love to you under a starry sky and a summer’s night breeze.
15.04
Love was always something I gave, never something I recieved.
05.16
I want to be seen so badly but if it did happen would anyone even like me?
21.07
As if I was the only person in the world who didn’t deserve love.
18.05
It’s like destiny is constantly delaying my life.
23.46
Why do I always go back to the point of wanting to kill myself?
23.21
Meeting someone you love that loves you back is not that easy.
14.11
If it doesn’t kill you, does it really make you strongher?
20.18
I have loved different men in different periods of my life but you are the only one that have always been constant.
01.08
The more people don’t understand the more it makes me love you.
21.40
