I Wish You Love

ENIGMATIC

Nefertiti - "Belleza de Atón, la bella ha llegado".

http://youtu.be/pcjtXiSXOP4

ESTRELA CADENTE

Estrela Cadente

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Traço de luz… lá vai! Lá vai! Morreu.
Do nosso amor me lembra a suavidade…
Da estrela não ficou nada no céu
Do nosso sonho em ti nem a saudade!
Pra onde iria a ’strela? Flor fugida
Ao ramalhete atado no infinito…
Que ilusão seguiria entontecida
A linda estrela de fulgir bendito?…
Aonde iria, aonde iria a flor?
(Talvez, quem sabe?… ai quem soubesse, amor!)
Se tu o vires minha bendita estrela
Alguma noite… Deves conhecê-lo!
Falo-te tanto nele!… Pois ao vê-lo
Dize-lhe assim: “Por que não pensas nela?”
Florbela Espanca - Trocando olhares - 29/07/1916

My Love!

 

 

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,

to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.

First, to let go of live.

In the end, to take a step without feet;

to regard this world as invisible,

and to disregard what appears to be the self.

 

Heart, I said, what a gift it has been

to enter this circle of lovers,

to see beyond seeing itself,

to reach and feel within the breast.

Ao meu Amor!...ergo uma rosa!

I Miss You

Original lyrics

by Friedrich Schiller

German original

Freude, schöner Götterfunken,

Tochter aus Elysium!

Wir betreten feuertrunken,

Himmlische, Dein Heiligtum.

Deine Zauber binden wieder,

Was die Mode streng geteilt,

Alle Menschen werden Brüder,

Wo Dein sanfter Flügel weilt

Mother Teresa wrote this poem :
LIFE

Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.

Life is beauty, admire it.

Life is bliss, taste it.

Life is a dream, realize it.

Life is a challenge, meet it.

Life is a duty, complete it.

Life is a game, play it.

Life is costly, care for it.

Life is wealth, keep it.

Life is love, enjoy it.

Life is mystery, know it.

Life is a promise, fulfill it.

Life is sorrow, overcome it.

Life is a song, sing it.

Life is a struggle, accept it.

Life is tragedy, confront it.

Life is an adventure, dare it.

Life is luck, make it.

Life is too precious, do not destroy it.

Life is life, fight for it.

MILADY, adorada!

THANKS, MY LORD...for Therizein's gift.

Guten Abend, gute Nacht, mit Rosen bedacht, mit Näglein[N 1] besteckt, schlupf′ unter die Deck! Morgen früh, wenns Gott will, wirst du wieder geweckt.

Good evening, good night, With roses adorned, With carnations covered, Slip under the covers. Tomorrow morning, if God wants so, you will wake once again.

Lullaby and good night, With roses bedight, With lilies o'er spread Is baby's wee bed. Lay thee down now and rest, May thy slumber be blessed.

...meu amor.

O Beijo Mata o Desejo

MOTE

«Não te beijo e tenho ensejo
Para um beijo te roubar;
O beijo mata o desejo
E eu quero-te desejar.»

GLOSAS
Porque te amo de verdade,
'stou louco por dar-te um beijo,
Mas contra a tua vontade
Não te beijo e tenho ensejo.

Sabendo que deves ter
Milhões deles p'ra me dar,
Teria que enlouquecer
Para um beijo te roubar.

E como em teus lábios puros,
Guardas tudo quanto almejo,
Doutros desejos futuros
O beijo mata o desejo.

Roubando um, mil te daria;
O que não posso é jurar
Que não te aborreceria,
E eu quero-te desejar!

António Aleixo, in "Este Livro que Vos Deixo"

An Angel

The Guardian-Angel by Robert Browning

A PICTURE AT FANO.

I.

Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave
That child, when thou hast done with him, for me!
Let me sit all the day here, that when eve
Shall find performed thy special ministry,
And time come for departure, thou, suspending
Thy flight, mayst see another child for tending,
Another still, to quiet and retrieve.

II.

Then I shall feel thee step one step, no more,
From where thou standest now, to where I gaze,
---And suddenly my head is covered o'er
With those wings, white above the child who prays
Now on that tomb---and I shall feel thee guarding
Me, out of all the world; for me, discarding
Yon heaven thy home, that waits and opes its door.

III.

I would not look up thither past thy head
Because the door opes, like that child, I know,
For I should have thy gracious face instead,
Thou bird of God! And wilt thou bend me low
Like him, and lay, like his, my hands together,
And lift them up to pray, and gently tether
Me, as thy lamb there, with thy garment's spread?

IV.

If this was ever granted, I would rest
My bead beneath thine, while thy healing hands
Close-covered both my eyes beside thy breast,
Pressing the brain, which too much thought expands,
Back to its proper size again, and smoothing
Distortion down till every nerve had soothing,
And all lay quiet, happy and suppressed.

V.

How soon all worldly wrong would be repaired!
I think how I should view the earth and skies
And sea, when once again my brow was bared
After thy healing, with such different eyes.
O world, as God has made it! All is beauty:
And knowing this, is love, and love is duty.
What further may be sought for or declared?

VI.

Guercino drew this angel I saw teach
(Alfred, dear friend!)---that little child to pray,
Holding the little hands up, each to each
Pressed gently,---with his own head turned away
Over the earth where so much lay before him
Of work to do, though heaven was opening o'er him,
And he was left at Fano by the beach.

VII.

We were at Fano, and three times we went
To sit and see him in his chapel there,
And drink his beauty to our soul's content
---My angel with me too: and since I care
For dear Guercino's fame (to which in power
And glory comes this picture for a dower,
Fraught with a pathos so magnificent)---

VIII.

And since he did not work thus earnestly
At all times, and has else endured some wrong---
I took one thought his picture struck from me,
And spread it out, translating it to song.
My love is here. Where are you, dear old friend?
How rolls the Wairoa at your world's far end?
This is Ancona, yonder is the sea.

Milady Therizein

Milady said she spoke too softly
diamonds dancing on her tongue
Milady moved her fingers lightly -
from her fingers rubies hung
Milady said 'the moon's entrancing, '
lapis lazuli in her eyes
Milady said she felt like dancing
out into the emerald sky