quinta-feira, 27 de junho de 2013

Lone lake



In youth's spring, it was my lot
To haunt of the wide earth a spot
To which I could not love the less
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound
And the tall trees that towered around
But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot as upon all
And the wind would pass me by
In its stilly melody
My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake
My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake
Yet that terror was not fright
But a tremulous delight
And a feeling undefined
Springing from a darkened mind
Death was in that poisoned wave
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his dark imagining
Whose wildering though could even make
An Eden of that dim lake
But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot as upon all
And the wind would pass me by
In its stilly melody
My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake
My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake
Springing from a darkened mind
So lovely was the loneliness
In youth's spring, it was my lot
In its stilly melody
An Eden of that dim lake
An Eden of that dim lake
Lone, lone, lonely...

(Edgar Alan Poe)

quarta-feira, 19 de junho de 2013

Isto



"Dizem que finjo ou minto
Tudo que escrevo. Não.
Eu simplesmente sinto
Com a imaginação.
Não uso o coração.

Tudo o que sonho ou passo,
O que me falha ou finda,
É como que um terraço
Sobre outra coisa ainda.
Essa coisa é que é linda.

Por isso escrevo em meio
Do que não está de pé,
Livre do meu enleio,
Sério do que não é.
Sentir? Sinta quem lê!"

(Fernando Pessoa)

quinta-feira, 13 de junho de 2013

Doce solidão


Posso estar só, mas sou de todo mundo
Por eu ser só um
Ah, nem! Ah, não! Ah, nem dá!
Solidão, foge que eu te encontro que eu já tenho asa
Isso lá é bom
Doce solidão?

(Marcelo Camelo)