03 May 2011
02 May 2011
01 May 2011
Babel
MIND MONKEY
Wild at heart? Never more. Not now.
Mind monkey yes, but that is all.
Heart is in peace. Eyes are closing. Silence is all around (maybe a church bell tolling in the distance, but already liquifying into nothin).
No more words to say aloud.
No more fleshy kisses.
No more Me or I.
And yet mind do not rests quiet...
The monkey will jump in the air again and again.
wandering
flux
as light
A poem
{heart beats},
and still there is pain,
a clear shade all over...
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Κύριε Ἰησοῦ Χριστέ, Υἱέ τοῦ Θεοῦ, ἐλέησόν με τὸν ἁμαρτωλόν
ainda me vou escrevendo...
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26 April 2011
24 April 2011
23 April 2011
Ἰδοὺ ὁ ἄνθρωπος
He was oppressed, and he was afflicted,
yet he opened not his mouth:
he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter,
and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb,
so he opened not his mouth.
.
mas não abriu a boca;
como um cordeiro que é levado ao matadouro,
e como a ovelha que é muda perante os seus tosquiadores,
assim ele não abriu a boca.
Oblatus est quia ipse voluit,
et non aperuit os suum;
sicut ovis ad occisionem ducetur,
et quasi agnus coram tondente se obmutescet,
et non aperiet os suum.
.
καὶ αὐτὸς διὰ τὸ κεκακῶσθαι οὐκ ἀνοίγει τὸ στόμα ὡς πρόβατον ἐπὶ σφαγὴν ἤχθη καὶ ὡς ἀμνὸς ἐναντίον τοῦ κείροντος αὐτὸν ἄφωνος οὕτως οὐκ ἀνοίγει τὸ στόμα αὐτοῦ
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22 April 2011
20 April 2011
13 April 2011
Χαζός
τὸν δ' οὔτ' ἂρ σκαπτῆρα θεοὶ θέσαν οὔτ' ἀροτῆρα
οὔτ' ἄλλως τι σοφόν· πάσης δ' ἡμάρτανε τέχνης.
οὔτ' ἄλλως τι σοφόν· πάσης δ' ἡμάρτανε τέχνης.
Os deuses não lhe tinham ensinado a cavar ou lavrar,
ou qualquer outra arte;
falhou em todas.
Homero ? Hesíodo ? Pigres ? Aristóteles ?
Dedicado aos nossos Margites...
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09 April 2011
Ἐπάμεροι
ἐπάμεροι: τί δέ τις; τί δ᾽ οὔ τις;
σκιᾶς ὄναρ
ἄνθρωπος.
ἄνθρωπος.
Creatures of a day! What is a man?
What is he not? A dream of a shadow
What is he not? A dream of a shadow
Píndaro
Πίνδαρος
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08 April 2011
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