Trisha Lambi
Coffee Break
25 dezembro 2012
15 dezembro 2012
09 dezembro 2012
12 maio 2012
11 maio 2012
12 fevereiro 2012
31 dezembro 2011
03 dezembro 2011
Poetry...
Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,
without your going, that cuts noon light
like a blue flower, without your passing
later through fog and stones,
without the torch you lift in your hand
that others may not see as golden,
that perhaps no one believed blossomed
the glowing origin of the rose,
without, in the end, your being, your coming
suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life,
blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze:
and it follows that I am, because you are:
it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we:
and, because of love, you will, I will,
We will, come to be.
without your going, that cuts noon light
like a blue flower, without your passing
later through fog and stones,
without the torch you lift in your hand
that others may not see as golden,
that perhaps no one believed blossomed
the glowing origin of the rose,
without, in the end, your being, your coming
suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life,
blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze:
and it follows that I am, because you are:
it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we:
and, because of love, you will, I will,
We will, come to be.
Pablo Neruda
27 novembro 2011
08 novembro 2011
06 novembro 2011
30 setembro 2011
25 setembro 2011
24 setembro 2011
16 agosto 2011
15 agosto 2011
26 junho 2011
29 maio 2011
22 maio 2011
13 maio 2011
Subscrever:
Mensagens (Atom)