Categoria: Poesia

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Na Ode para o Futuro

Falareis de nós como de um sonho.
Crepúsculo dourado. Frases calmas.
Gestos vagarosos. Música suave.
Como quem inventa o fim de tarde num citadino jardim inesperado e se encontra desejando o mar
Pensamento arguto. Subtis sorrisos.
Paisagens deslizando na distância.
Éramos livres. Falávamos, sabíamos,
e amávamos serena e docemente.
Nos breves segundos de um ascensor metálico, blindado aos olhares indiscretos dos transeuntes
Uma angústia delida, melancólica,
sobre ela sonhareis.
Logo à noite a tua ausência vai tolher de frio os recantos do meu pensamento
E as tempestades, as desordens, gritos,

Tracy died soon after a long fought civil war, Just after I'd wiped away his last tear I guess he's better off than he was before, A whole lot better off than the fools he left here I used to cry for Tracy because he was my only friend Those kind of cars don't pass you every day I used to cry for Tracy because I wanted to see him again, But sometimes sometimes life ain't always the way Sometimes it snows in April Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad Sometimes I wish life was never ending, And all good things, they say, never last Springtime was always my favorite time of year, A time for lovers holding hands in the rain Now springtime only reminds me of Tracy's tears Always cry for love, never cry for pain He used to say so strong unafraid to die Unafraid of the death that left me hypnotized No, staring at his picture I realized No one could cry the way my Tracy cried Sometimes it snows in April Sometimes I feel so bad Sometimes, sometimes I wish that life was never ending, And all good things, they say, never last I often dream of heaven and I know that Tracy's there I know that he has found another friend Maybe he's found the answer to all the April snow Maybe one day I'll see my Tracy again Sometimes it snows in April Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad Sometimes I wish that life was never ending, But all good things, they say, never last All good things that say, never last And love, it isn't love until it's past
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O dia de amanhã

EVOHÉ “Alguém diz com lentidão, Lisboa sabes? eu sei…” Caminhas com a graça de princesas tão belas como a beleza, Evohé, descendo as ruas da cidade,  do lado ímpar da estrada, ao encontro do amor “É uma rapariga […]

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Tempo

Quero ver-te aqui  A sorrir de frescura  Como o ar da manhã  Quando te encontro Sonho mais alto Respiro melhor E os dias brilham mais  É neste lugar aqui Flores sem nome  Ondeiam ao vento  […]

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Átono

Vai anda  anuncia  Desembrulha as palavras guardadas Descobre as  sílabas  deitadas  Grita  aos acentos  levantem-se ventos  E esvazia  à toa esse vazio de sílabas  tónicas  com que rebentas  no mar