tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40368920720412905232024-03-14T01:32:44.527+00:00As Ameias do CrepúsculoNas Vagas Indistintas
da Luz e das SombrasLeto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.comBlogger577125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-12794540133330737282022-09-26T21:37:00.005+01:002022-09-26T21:37:41.447+01:00Não há silêncio<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Não há silêncio</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que não possa ser ouvido,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nem palavras</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cujo não dito</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fique por dizer.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Porque o silêncio fala</div><div style="text-align: center;">E, mesmo mudas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">As palavras gritam</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pensamentos proscritos</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que temem viver.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>There is no silence</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That cannot be heard,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Nor unspoken words</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That remain</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>To be said.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Because the silence speaks</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And, even mute,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Words scream</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Outcasted thoughts</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That fear to live.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-29763219687900727452022-07-10T21:58:00.001+01:002022-07-10T21:58:24.985+01:00Sois dos poemas o mais belo<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sois dos poemas o mais belo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Escrito a tinta de utopia e sonho,</div><div style="text-align: center;">E teus versos têm de singelo</div><div style="text-align: center;">O compasso da coragem</div><div style="text-align: center;">E a melodia da esperança</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que ecoa onde a alma</div><div style="text-align: center;">É ainda criança.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>You are the most beautiful poem,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Written with ink of utopia and dream,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And your verses have of innocence</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The compass of courage</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And the melody of hope</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That echoes where the soul</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Is still a child.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Hurad Duruvan</span></div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-74009922726285177942022-06-26T22:07:00.007+01:002022-06-26T22:07:42.979+01:00Conto e reconto o conto<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Conto e reconto o conto</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que ninguém sabe contar,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sendo ninguém ao olhar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Daqueles que afronto,</div><div style="text-align: center;">O incapaz e ignorante tonto</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que não podem ignorar.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I tell and retell the tale</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That nobody knows how to tell,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Being nobody at the eyes</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Of those I affront,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The inept and ignorant fool</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>They cannot ignore.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-9908313970692995702022-06-21T18:46:00.002+01:002022-06-21T18:46:28.829+01:00Be aware and beware<br /> Be aware and beware,<br />Because Time does not forgive,<br />Time does not forget,<br />And even the deceased,<br />With a whisper, will tell<br />That the Void beyond death<br />Is not Heaven, is not Hell,<br />But a condescending ocean<div>Where their spirit fell.</div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-53532550225038323752021-11-03T21:53:00.000+00:002021-11-03T21:53:07.315+00:00É utopia a distopia<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">É utopia a distopia</div><div style="text-align: center;">Daquele que sonhou</div><div style="text-align: center;">E na fé findou.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Rezam agora</div><div style="text-align: center;">À quimera de alguém</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que é ninguém.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>It is utopia the dystopia</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Of the one who dreamed</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And in hope deceased.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Now they pray</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>To the chimera of someone</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Who is no one.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-79075277172641524522021-08-03T23:21:00.003+01:002021-08-03T23:21:40.451+01:00Inexistência de não Sentir<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sinto, não sinto,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ou finjo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Não existir,</div><div style="text-align: center;">E a mim minto,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Na inexistência</div><div style="text-align: center;">De não sentir.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I feel, I don't feel,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Or pretend</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I don't exist,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And I lie to myself</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>In the inexistence</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Of feeling nothing.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ayalal Duruvan</span></div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-47718116084471677422021-07-19T22:34:00.005+01:002021-07-19T22:35:14.659+01:00Ora às horas<div style="text-align: left;">Ora às horas</div><div style="text-align: left;">E ao tempo que há a passar,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Para que não passe,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Pare,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Para que não s'apresse,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Tarde,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Sem tarde ser.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Pare ele de correr,</div><div style="text-align: left;">E seja somente as horas</div><div style="text-align: left;">Que com a vida</div><div style="text-align: left;">Te demoras.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-70833337117964908202021-03-28T14:37:00.008+01:002021-03-28T14:37:53.677+01:00O amor é mito que alguns buscam<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">O amor é mito que alguns buscam,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sem encontrar,</div><div style="text-align: center;">E outros ousam não acreditar.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Fechada a cortina do mundo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">O horizonte de amar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Espraia-se longo em seu aguardar</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pelo passo tímido ou de temor,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pelo de curioso caminhar,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pelo passo furtivo ou de fervor,</div><div style="text-align: center;">E pelo d’intrépido sonhar,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">E aguarda por quem não o busca,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Buscando surpreender</div><div style="text-align: center;">Com cada passo de seu entender</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Imprevisto, infindo, incerto</div><div style="text-align: center;">Do que é ter,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Contudo tão livre de ser.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Love is a myth that some seek</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Without finding,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And others dare not to believe.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>After the world’s curtain falls,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The horizon of loving</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Stretches long in its waiting</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>For the shy or fearful step,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>For the curious walk,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>For the furtive or fervent touch,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And the intrepid dreaming,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And it waits for those who do not seek it,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Seeking to surprise</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With each step of its unforeseen, endless,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Uncertain understanding</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Of what it is to have</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And yet be so free.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ayalal Duruvan</span></div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-11820080878400523352021-02-11T21:22:00.000+00:002021-02-11T21:22:22.118+00:00Pedem-me bravura<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pedem-me bravura,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Enquanto me dão</div><div style="text-align: center;">Um barco no mar aberto</div><div style="text-align: center;">Da solidão.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>They ask me for bravery</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>While giving me</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A boat in the open sea</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Of loneliness.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ayalal Duruvan</span></div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-53029184226273032062021-02-04T21:44:00.000+00:002021-02-04T21:44:10.998+00:00A fome de ser do mundo<br /><div style="text-align: center;">A fome de ser do mundo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dita devaneios à mente que deseja</div><div style="text-align: center;">Um possível que, tão distante,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Se perde para ser inveja</div><div style="text-align: center;">No almejo inconstante.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The hunger of belonging to the world</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Dictates daydreams to the mind</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Which desires a possibility</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That, so distant, loses itself</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>To be envy in the fickle wish.</i></div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ayalal Duruvan</span></div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-61682637251072974222021-01-05T22:05:00.001+00:002021-01-05T22:05:18.228+00:00Pouso meu mundo em tuas mãos<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pouso meu mundo em tuas mãos</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ternas, eternas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Conquanto efémeras,</div><div style="text-align: center;">E vivo acordado um sonho</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que do singelo e belo entrança</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nuances de teu sorriso, botão de flor,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pétala a pétala, romance e cor</div><div style="text-align: center;">Viva que tinge a lembrança</div><div style="text-align: center;">De meu amor.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I rest my world in your tender, eternal,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Although ephemeral, hands,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And, awaken, I live a dream</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That from the simple and beautiful weaves</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Nuances of your smile, flower bud,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Petal to petal, romance and bright colour</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That dyes the reminiscence</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Of my love.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ayalal Duruvan</span></div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-82864174719370543422021-01-04T21:00:00.001+00:002021-01-04T21:00:08.611+00:00Tão certa quanto a mentira<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tão certa quanto a mentira,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Minha palavra hesita.</div><div style="text-align: center;">É indecisão deixá-la partir,</div><div style="text-align: center;">E certeza que seu tardar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Corrói o que de mim</div><div style="text-align: center;">Se deixou ficar.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>As certain as the lie,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My word hesitates.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>It is indecision to let it go,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And certainty that its delay</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Corrodes the part of me</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That remained behind.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ayalal Duruvan</span></div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-66362137688832331432021-01-03T17:35:00.004+00:002021-01-03T17:35:59.015+00:00Quando a Morte a mão estender<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Quando a Morte a mão estender,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Atenta e escuta a Vida:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ela é sussurro e ária na brisa</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que dança desde o nascer.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">É de todos e de ninguém,</div><div style="text-align: center;">E conta uma história invulgar.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quiçá esteja a tua por terminar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nos lábios que não tem.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>When Death reaches out,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Watch and listen to Life:</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>It is whisper and aria in the breeze</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That dances since birth.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>It is everyone's and nobody's,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And it tells an unusual story.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Maybe yours is still to be finished</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>On the lips it doesn't have.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ayalal Duruvan</span></div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-3639006374654790002021-01-02T23:13:00.005+00:002021-01-02T23:13:49.089+00:00Somos escravos do parecer<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Somos escravos do parecer</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que precede a razão,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reunindo em nós as que são</div><div style="text-align: center;">Falácias do crer</div><div style="text-align: center;">E verdades em vão.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ayalal Duruvan</span></div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-9772184099052218042020-12-23T21:29:00.002+00:002020-12-23T22:08:34.162+00:00Com tuas lágrimas criaste um oceano<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Com tuas lágrimas criaste um oceano</div><div style="text-align: left;">E um vazio em ti,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Tão negro quanto o mar mais fundo,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Tão denso que só a indiferença</div><div style="text-align: left;">Restou em teu corpo</div><div style="text-align: left;">Moribundo.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>*<br /><br /><i>With your tears you created an ocean<br />And an emptiness in you<br />As black as the deepest sea,<br />So dense that only indifference<br />Remained</i></div><div><i>In your dying body.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ayalal Duruvan</span></div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-52142490278754515192020-12-19T15:21:00.005+00:002020-12-19T15:23:34.182+00:00Foge para não veres<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Foge para não veres</div><div style="text-align: center;">O medo no olhar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dos que fugir não podem mais;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Foge e esconde-te sob o véu</div><div style="text-align: center;">Do fingir que não se vê</div><div style="text-align: center;">A dor que é dos demais;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Foge e com isso sê</div><div style="text-align: center;">Não inocente, culpado e réu,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que em tua fuga os matais.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Run away so you can't see</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The fear in the eyes</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Of those who can no longer flee;</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Run away and hide under the veil</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Of pretending you don’t see</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The pain from the others;</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Run away and with that be</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Non-innocent, defendant and guilty</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Because you kill them</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>In your escape.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ayalal Duruvan</span></div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-11186835552331057592020-12-11T21:59:00.000+00:002020-12-11T21:59:00.188+00:00A sinceridade é arma<br /><div style="text-align: center;">A sinceridade é arma,</div><div style="text-align: center;">A qual mata e salva</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sonhos, ideais e vidas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Desentendidas.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quando embainhada,</div><div style="text-align: center;">É trégua e ameaça velada,</div><div style="text-align: center;">A aguardar a mão</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que a cravará no coração.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Sincerity is a weapon</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Which saves and kills</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Misunderstood lives, dreams</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And ideals.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>When sheathed,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>It is truce and a veiled threat,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Waiting for the hand</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That will pierce it through the heart.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ayalal Duruvan</span></div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-15067263919016448982020-12-08T21:34:00.003+00:002020-12-08T21:34:36.000+00:00Perdoa-te<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Perdoa-te,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Se te persegue o pensamento</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que a alma não permite</div><div style="text-align: center;">Serenar.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Forgive yourself</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>If it persecutes you, the thought</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That your soul does not permit</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>To pacify.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ayalal Duruvan</span></div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-72793856464079379532020-12-08T21:13:00.000+00:002020-12-08T21:13:03.147+00:00Habita em mim, escondida<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Habita em mim, escondida,</div><div style="text-align: center;">A sombra do passado.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Subtil, ela volve o fado,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Estirando o fio da vida,</div><div style="text-align: center;">E com ele borda a teia,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Na qual prende e enleia</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cada passo dado,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ao passo que há a dar,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Para que meu seja o tropeçar,</div><div style="text-align: center;">O tombo descuidado,</div><div style="text-align: center;">E o não avançar.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ayalal Duruvan</span></div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-21172932575921249262020-12-05T16:36:00.001+00:002020-12-05T16:36:06.699+00:00Corre e sê livre<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Corre e sê livre,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Qual ave sem asas que voa</div><div style="text-align: center;">No céu da imaginação.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Run and be free,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>As a wingless bird that flies</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>In the sky of imagination.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ayalal Duruvan</span></div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-84860502571739346082020-12-02T23:22:00.003+00:002020-12-02T23:33:00.797+00:00Recordo-me de recordar<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Recordo-me de recordar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Teu suspiro mais profundo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">E as horas que não queria eu</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que pudessem passar,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pudera o sonho eterno ser,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pudera a memória não fenecer…</div><div style="text-align: center;">Porém o tempo inspira</div><div style="text-align: center;">E, a cada expiração,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Desvanece-se o que era</div><div style="text-align: center;">E o que não mais é recordação.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I recall remembering</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Your deepest sigh,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The hours that I wish</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Had not been able to pass,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Could the dream be eternal,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Could the memory not fade...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>However time inspires</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And, with each expiration,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Disappears what it was</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And what is no longer</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A remembrance.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Hurad Duruvan</span></div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-15589092051771137342020-12-01T14:10:00.001+00:002020-12-01T14:20:50.990+00:00É solene cada nota<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">É solene cada nota</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que entoa no coração,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Enquanto, na solidão,</div><div style="text-align: center;">O piano toca.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sua cadência</div><div style="text-align: center;">Embebe-se da memória</div><div style="text-align: center;">Daqueles cuja história</div><div style="text-align: center;">É confidência,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">E intima do sentir</div><div style="text-align: center;">A lágrima, o sorriso,</div><div style="text-align: center;">A revolta que, sem aviso,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Faz o espírito s’insurgir.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quando o silêncio é conclusão</div><div style="text-align: center;">E o que resta a contar,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Há no expectante aguardar</div><div style="text-align: center;">A contida expiração,</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Que expira</div><div style="text-align: center;">Deixando em nós somente</div><div style="text-align: center;">A sinfonia latente</div><div style="text-align: center;">De uma vida vivida. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Is solemn each note</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That sings in the heart,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>While, in solitude,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The piano plays. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Its cadence</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Soaks itself in the memory</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Of those whose history</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Is confidence,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And intimate from the feeling</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The tear, the smile,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The revolt that, unexpectedly,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Makes the spirit rise.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>When silence is conclusion</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And what remains to be told,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>There is in the expectant waiting</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The contained exhalation</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That expires,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Leaving in us solely</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The latent symphony</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Of a lived life.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Hurad Duruvan</span></div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-31975384017855781942020-11-30T21:00:00.001+00:002020-11-30T21:00:10.024+00:00Magoa-me a indecisão<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Magoa-me a indecisão,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Qual farpa que rasga</div><div style="text-align: center;">A mais ínfima porção</div><div style="text-align: center;">De minha alma.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Ela perdura, infecção</div><div style="text-align: center;">Subtil que toma</div><div style="text-align: center;">Do acto a acção</div><div style="text-align: center;">De agir na hora. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Persegue-me, sabendo </div><div style="text-align: center;">Que minha coragem </div><div style="text-align: center;">Vacila temendo </div><div style="text-align: center;">Os erros dos que agem. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Contudo, finjo e ajo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Seja a fingida calma</div><div style="text-align: center;">O primeiro passo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Na cura de minha alma.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Indecision hurts me,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Like a sliver that tears</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The tiniest portion</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Of my soul.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>It endures, a subtle infection</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That takes from the act</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The action of acting</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>In the moment. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>It persecutes me, knowing</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That my courage falters</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Fearing the mistakes</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Of those who act.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Yet, I pretend and act.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Let the feigned calm be</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The first step in the healing</i></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Of my soul.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ayalal Duruvan</span></div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-42837059920229155442020-11-29T21:00:00.001+00:002020-11-29T21:00:14.085+00:00É exacta a inexactidão<br />É exacta a inexactidão<br />Do que não compreendo,<br />Tão certa quanto a incerteza<br />Que habita o Tempo.<br /><br />*<br /><br /><i>It is exact the inexactitude<br />Of what I do not understand,<br />As certain as the uncertainty<br />That inhabits Time.</i><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ayalal Duruvan</span></div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4036892072041290523.post-67615530700286519482020-11-28T21:00:00.001+00:002020-11-28T21:00:06.157+00:00Nada de mim quer a morte<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nada de mim quer a morte</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que não a vida</div><div style="text-align: center;">Não mais minha.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Vendi-a</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pelo preço da indiferença,</div><div style="text-align: center;">A que habitava</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cada sustido pensar,</div><div style="text-align: center;">E afogava em si</div><div style="text-align: center;">Um sonho esquecido</div><div style="text-align: center;">E a inépcia da acção.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Death wants nothing more from me</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Other than a life</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That is no longer mine.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I sold it</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>For the price of indifference,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The one that inhabited</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Each sustained thought,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And that drowned in itself</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A forgotten dream</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And the ineptitude of action.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Hurad Duruvan</span></div>Leto of the Crows - Carina Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08446573198384154474noreply@blogger.com0