Friday, December 29, 2006

2006 is almost gone...
I hope 2007 will be happy for everyone,
Peace, Love and Health!

Saturday, December 23, 2006

More necklaces

The Inner Garment of Love

A soul which is not clothed
with the inner garment of Love
should be ashamed of its existence.

Be drunk with Love,
for Love is all that exists.
Where is intimacy found
if not in the give and take of Love.

If they ask what Love is,
say: the sacrifice of will.
If you have no left your will behind,
you have no will at all.

The lover is a king of kings
with both worlds beneath him;
and a king does not regard
what lies at his feet.

Only Love and the lvoer
can resurrect beyond time.
Give your heart to this;
the rest is secondhand.

How long will you embrace
a lifeless beloved?
Embrace that entity
to which nothing can cling.

What sprouts up every spring
will wither by autumn,
but the rose garden of Love
is always green.

Both the rose and the thorn
appear together in spring,
and the wine of the grape
is not without its headaches.

Don't be an impatient
bystander on this-
by God there's no death
worse than expectation.

Set your heart on hard cash
if you are not counterfeit,
and listen to this advice
if you are not a slave:

Don't falter on the horse
of the body; go more lightly on foot.
God gives wings to those
who are not content to ride an ass.

Let go of your worries
and be completely clear-hearted,
like the face of a mirror
that contains no images.

When it is empty of forms,
all forms are contained in it.
No face would be ashamed
to be so clear.

If you want a clear mirror
behold yourself
and see the shameless truth
which the mirror reflects.

If metal can polished
to a mirrorlike finish,
what polishing might the mirror
of the heart require?

Between the mirror and the heart
is this single difference:
the heart conceals secrets,
while the mirror does not.

(Rumi translated by Kabir Helminski)

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Monday, December 18, 2006

The Intellectual


The intellectual is always showing off;
the lover is always getting lost.
The intellectual runs away, afraid of drowning;
the whole business of love is to drown in the sea.
Intellectuals plan their repose;
lovers are ashamed to rest.
The lover is always alone, even surrounded with people;
like water and oil, he remains apart.
The man who goes to the trouble
of giving advice to a lover
gets nothing. He's mocked by passion.
Love is like musk. It attracts attention.
Love is a tree, and lovers are its shade.

Marriage Morning a poem
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Light, so low upon earth,
You send a flash to the sun.
Here is the golden close of love,
All my wooing is done.
Oh, the woods and the meadows,
Woods where we hid from the wet,
Stiles where we stay'd to be kind,
Meadows in which we met!

Light, so low in the vale
You flash and lighten afar,
For this is the golden morning of love,
And you are his morning star.
Flash, I am coming, I come,
By meadow and stile and wood,
Oh, lighten into my eyes and heart,
Into my heart and my blood!

Heart, are you great enough
For a love that never tires?
O' heart, are you great enough for love?
I have heard of thorns and briers,
Over the meadow and stiles,
Over the world to the end of it
Flash for a million miles.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

The World's Need
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

O many gods, so many creeds,
So many paths that wind and wind,
While just the art of being kind
Is all the sad world needs.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

And I will sing a lullaby
To my lover
Wave on wave,
Stave upon half-stave,
My phosphorescence as bed-linen under him;
My favourite, whom I, from afar have chosen.

Nuala Ni Dhomhnaill

by Shannon Estuary 1988

Sunday, December 10, 2006

La fille du vent

La Fille du Vent

Si j'ai du caractère
Un sacré tempérament

Qui ont valu à ma mère

Du souci et des tourments

C'est que j'ai dans les artères
Le tanin et les pigments
Qui font le sang de la terre
Comme la lave d'un volcan

Je suis la fille du vent

Qui traverse les montagnes

Je tourmente les passants

En faisant voler les pagnes

Je défie tous les courants

Toutes les stars de cocagne

Qui passent en rêvant

De platine et de champagne

Si j'ai du caractère

Un sacré tempérament

Qui ont valu à ma mère

Du souci et des tourments

C'est que je tiens de mon père

La passion et l'engouement
Qui font guincher les chaumières
Et s'enlacer les amants

Je suis la fille du vent

Qui traverse les montagnes

Pour violenter les passants

Les villes et les campagnes
Je me méfie des couvents

Et des dieux portant le pagne

Car je porte en mon sang

Toutes les plaies de l'Espagne

Si je suis entière

Et que je vais de l'avant

Sans écouter de mon père
Les avertissements
C'est que' comme ma mère

J'ai reçu en naissant

La lueur de l'éclair

La force du vent

Moi qui suis sa fille

Je porte la folie

Des belles de Castille

Ou bien d'Andalousie
Je tiens de ma famille

Ce qu'aujourd'hui je suis
Je pointe mes banderilles

Face aux dangers de la vie

Car j'ai du tempérament

Ce foutu caractère
Qui font dire à mon père

Que je suis son cheveu blanc
Que je suis son cheveu blanc

Thursday, December 07, 2006

I Will Follow You Into The Dark

Love of mine someday you will die
But I'll be close behind

I'll follow you into the dark

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white

Just our hands clasped so tight

Waiting for the hint of a spark

If Heaven and Hell decide

That they both are satisfied

Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks

Then I'll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black

And I held my tongue as she told me

"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back

If Heaven and Hell decide

That they both are satisfied

Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you

When your soul embarks

Then I'll follow you into the dark

You and me have seen everything to see

From Bangkok to Calgary

And the soles of your shoes are all worn down

The time for sleep is now

It's nothing to cry about

Cause we'll hold each other soon
The blackest of rooms

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied

Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark

Death Cab for Cutie

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

To You

I Carry Your Heart with Me
~ e.e. cummings

I carry your heart with me
(I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it
(anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate
(for you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world
(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

Sunday, December 03, 2006


Nesse País de lenda, que me encanta,
Ficaram meus brocados, que despi,
E as jóias que plas aias reparti
Como outras rosas de Rainha Santa!

Tanta opala que eu tinha! Tanta, tanta!
Foi por lá que as semeei e que as perdi...
Mostrem-se esse País onde eu nasci!
Mostrem-me o Reino de que eu sou Infanta!

Ó meu País de sonho e de ansiedade,
Não sei se esta quimera que me assombra,
É feita de mentira ou de verdade!

Quero voltar! Não sei por onde vim...
Ah! Não ser mais que a sombra duma sombra
Por entre tanta sombra igual a mim!

Florbela Espanca

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Come live with me and be my love
Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of th purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.

The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Christopher Marlowe

I Am Not Yours

Poem lyrics of I Am Not Yours by Sarah Teasdale.

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love - put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Prayer to St. Catherine

St Catherine, St. Catherine, O lend me thine aide,
And grant that I never may die an old maid.

A husband, St. Catherine,
A good one, St. Catherine;
But arn-a-one better than
Narn-a-one, St. Catherine.

Sweet St. Catherine,
A husband, St. Catherine,
Handsome, St. Catherine,
Rich, St. Catherine.


Thursday, November 09, 2006


"Pensa numa estrela devagar,
Escuta a voz da vida, meu amor.
O mundo inteiro é teu,
não ha lugar,
a mais ninguém em mim,
seja onde for."

Monday, November 06, 2006

Fazer um céu com pouco a gente faz;
basta uma estrela,
uma estrela e nada mais.
Pra ter na mão o mundo,
basta uma ilusão.
Um grão de areia,
é o mundo em nossa mão;
Sonhar é dar à vida nova cor
dar gosto bom às lágrimas de dor.
O sol pode apagar, o mar perder a voz;
Mas nunca morre um sonho dentro de nós.

Mário Lago