segunda-feira, maio 30, 2005

 

Deméter




Nos olhos de Deméter
vejo os mistérios de Elêusis:
assim que nasce no levante
a Aurora de róseos lábios,
dois dragões alados fecundam
o trigal das rubras papoilas,
cobrindo de ouro o seu corpo nu.


Esconde-se a sombra
multiplica-se a espiga,
prolifera o narciso
cantam a lira e cítara,
alegram-se as Cárites
sorri a deusa da oliveira,
a “deusa de olhos garços”.


Paulo
30 de Maio de 2005


por Uther ás 07:33






sábado, maio 28, 2005

 


Oráculo de Delfos




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Jennifer Allen - Dogwood Pathway
oil painting, 24" x 36"






brilho mel de olhos claros
luar divino que encandeia

na flor-de-lis senti contornos raros
enfeitiçado ouvi a melopeia

como um rio no azul dos miosótis
que corre translúcido na contraluz

vislumbro
o oráculo de Delfos










Schubert - Impromptu In G Flat Major, Op. 90 (D899), No.3

Balázs Szokolay (piano)



por Uther ás 23:37






sexta-feira, maio 27, 2005

 


Crepúsculo de Argos




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James Arthur - Spring Color at the Gazebo
oil painting, 24" x 36"






no rosto puro do silêncio
pousa o olhar do crepúsculo.

nas brumas nasce o fogo líquido
de um beijo à flor da pele.










Liszt - Liebestraum No.3 in A flat major, Op.62 (S541), No.3

Balázs Szokolay (piano)



por Uther ás 07:25






domingo, maio 08, 2005

 


O Rosto



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Sandro Botticelli - La Primavera (detalhe)
oil on panel, 205 x 315 cm, 1477 - 1478
Galleria degli Uffizi, Florence





One Day

I will tell you when they met:
In the limpid days of Spring;
Elder boughs were budding yet,
Oaken boughs looked wintry still,
But primrose and veined violet
In the mossful turf were set,
While meeting birds made haste to sing
And build with right good will.

I will tell you when they parted:
When plenteous Autumn sheaves were brown,
Then they parted heavy-hearted;
The full rejoicing sun looked down
As grand as in the days before;
Only they had lost a crown;
Only to them those days of yore
Could come back nevermore.

When shall they meet? I cannot tell,
Indeed, when they shall meet again,
Except some day in Paradise:
For this they wait, one waits in pain.
Beyond the sea of death love lies
For ever, yesterday, to-day;
Angels shall ask them, "Is it well?"
And they shall answer, "Yea."

Christina Rossetti





por Uther ás 00:38






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