Our bodies are given life from the midst of nothingness. Existing where there is nothing is the meaning of the phrase, "form is emptiness." That all things are provided for by nothingness is the meaning of the phrase, "Emptiness is form." One should not think that these are two separate things.
Qui Mariam absolvisti
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farewell wivenhoe park, farewell overseas, adeus ultramar. adeus foz do Colne. Sea Please take me Home

Fuckin' hell




let's get the fuck out of here, mate.



just


One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go

Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above.
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark.

One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.











See the stars they're shining bright

Everything's allright tonight










1
Mas já o claro amador da Larisséia
Adúltera inclinava os animais
Lá pera o grande lago que rodeia
Temistitão, nos fins Ocidentais;
O grande ardor do Sol Favónio enfreia
Co sopro que nos tanques naturais
Encrespa a água serena e despertava
Os lírios e jasmins, que a calma agrava,

2

Quando as fermosas Ninfas, cos amantes
Pela mão, já conformes e contentes,
Subiam pera os paços radiantes
E de metais ornados reluzentes,
Mandados da Rainha, que abundantes
Mesas d'altos manjares excelentes
Lhe tinha aparelhados, que a fraqueza
Restaurem da cansada natureza.

3

Ali, em cadeiras ricas, cristalinas,
Se assentam dous e dous, amante e dama;
Noutras, à cabeceira, d'ouro finas,
Está co a bela Deusa o claro Gama.
De iguarias suaves e divinas,
A quem não chega a Egípcia antiga fama ,
Se acumulam os pratos de fulvo ouro,
Trazidos lá do Atlântico tesouro.




Os Lusíadas, do Canto X.

6 Comments:

Blogger NARNIA said...

Sapo Zerinhos :)

As mãos formaram os aquedutos
Qual arco, congelado em cada braço
E mais adiante
Na esquina de um qualquer abraço
Uma liquefeita vontade as fez
Tornar-se novamente em mão
O que está para além de lá...não é o que mais longe ou perto está.


Beijoka

Thursday, April 26, 2007 9:44:00 pm  
Blogger B. said...

Nunca tive um elogio tão bonito!
fiquei corada! juro!


beijosssss

Friday, April 27, 2007 4:40:00 pm  
Blogger A. said...

...mereces B.




mesmo muito!
:)

Saturday, April 28, 2007 2:57:00 am  
Blogger A. said...

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TakeYouBack2theStart____________ ______________________________
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Saturday, April 28, 2007 3:25:00 am  
Blogger 0.01 said...

L. can never be 2 M.
8-}

Fear yes, but L. no.

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Sunday, April 29, 2007 5:33:00 am  
Blogger 0.01 said...

B...
saber-te corada faz-me corar a mim...

Tenho o vício da sinceridade, "negros hábitos" que apanhei de "más companhias" e que agora é tarde de mais para mudar.

a big big black kiss to make you blush like she did...
:)

Sunday, April 29, 2007 5:36:00 am  

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