Recompense injury with justice, and recompense kindness with kindness.

Confucius

A Red Red Rose


O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.

Robert Burns

Si Tu Me Olvidas

Quiero que sepas una cosa.
Tu sabes como es esto: si miro la luna
de cristal, la rama roja del lento otoño
en mi ventana, si te toco junto al fuego
la implacable ceniza o el arrugado cuerpo
de la leña. Todo me lleva a ti, como si
todo lo que existe, aromas, luz, metales,
fueran de pequeños barcos que navegan
hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.

Ahora bien, si poco a poco dejas de
quererme, dejare de quererte poco a poco.
Si de pronto me olvidas no me busques que
ya te habre olvidado. Si consideras largo
y loco el viento de banderas que pasa por
mi vida y te decides a dejarme a la orilla
del corazon en que tengo raices, piensa que
en ese dia, a esa hora levantare los brazos
y saldran mis raices a buscar otra tierra.

Pero si cada dia cada hora sientes que
a mi estas destinada con dulzura implacable.
Si cada dia sube una flor a tus labios
a buscarme, ay amore mio, ay mia, en ti todo
ese fuego se repite, en mi nada se apaga ni
se olvida, mi amore se nutre de tua amor,
amada, y mientras vivas estara en tus
brazos sin salir de los mios.

Pablo Neruda

On Going Unnoticed

Robert Frost As vain to raise a voice as a sigh In the tumult of free leaves on high. What are you in the shadow of trees Engaged up there with the light and breeze? Less than the coral-root you know That is content with the daylight low, And has no leaves at all of its own; Whose spotted flowers hang meanly down. You grasp the bark by a rugged pleat, And look up small from the forest's feet. The only leaf it drops goes wide, Your name not written on either side. You linger your little hour and are gone, And still the wood sweep leafily on, Not even missing the coral-root flower You took as a trophy of the hour.

Quem comete uma injustiça é sempre mais infeliz que o injustiçado.

Platão

Lição de peixes

nada
como um dia
após o outro

Al-Chaer

Sandals

I've a pair of sandals,
I've a pair of misty green,
And another pair of sandals
Only you have seen.

In the shining silver sandals
I have sped to skies afar.
I have danced and gathered starbeams
On the highest swinging star.

In the misty gray-green sandals
On I have slipped through woodlands dim;
I have knelt a hidden altars--
There to breathe a low-toned hymn.

But the pair of scarlet sandals
Those I wore but one brief day;
And since you have left me--weeping
I have hidden them away.

Jean Rathburn Haines

Lampwork, silver and leather

Não sei quantas almas tenho
Não sei quantas almas tenho.
Cada momento mudei.
Continuamente me estranho.
Nunca me vi nem acabei.
De tanto ser, só tenho alma.
Quem tem alma não tem calma.
Quem vê é só o que vê,
Quem sente não é quem é,

Atento ao que sou e vejo,
Torno-me eles e não eu.
Cada meu sonho ou desejo
É do que nasce e não meu.
Sou minha própria paisagem;
Assisto à minha passagem,
Diverso, móbil e só,
Não sei sentir-me onde estou.

Por isso, alheio, vou lendo
Como páginas, meu ser.
O que segue não prevendo,
O que passou a esquecer.
Noto à margem do que li
O que julguei que senti.
Releio e digo : "Fui eu ?"
Deus sabe, porque o escreveu

Fernando Pessoa

Os versos que te fiz

Deixa dizer-te os lindos versos raros 
Que a minha boca tem pra te dizer! 
São talhados em mármore de Paros Cinzelados
por mim pra te oferecer.  
Têm dolência de veludos caros, 
São como sedas pálidas a arder...
Deixa dizer-te os lindos versos raros 
Que foram feitos pra te endoidecer!  
Mas, meu Amor, eu não tos digo ainda...
Que a boca da mulher é sempre linda 
Se dentro guarda um verso que não diz!  
Amo-te tanto! E nunca te beijei... 
E nesse beijo, Amor, que eu te não dei
Guardo os versos mais lindos que te fiz!

Florbela Espanca

Spring in New Hampshire

by Claude McKay

Too green the springing April grass,
Too blue the silver-speckled sky,
For me to linger here, alas,
While happy winds go laughing by,
Wasting the golden hours indoors,
Washing windows and scrubbing floors.

Too wonderful the April night,
Too faintly sweet the first May flowers,
The stars too gloriously bright,
For me to spend the evening hours,
When fields are fresh and streams are leaping,
Wearied, exhausted, dully sleeping.

Waiting for Summer

Ah, Sunflower

Ah, sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;

Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!

- William Blake Home

A Word to Husbands

by Ogden Nash

To keep your marriage brimming
With love in the loving cup,
Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;
Whenever you’re right, shut up.

Verde que te quero verde

To friends

Elena

The only way to have a friend is to be one.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Solitude et compagnie

Dans mes jeunes années
j'étais esseulé
je me suis égaré
mais riche me suis senti
en croisant autrui.
La distraction de l'homme
est l'homme.

Broken Dreams

by William Butler Yeats

There is grey in your hair.
Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath
When you are passing;
But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessing
Because it was your prayer
Recovered him upon the bed of death.
For your sole sake - that all heart's ache have known,
And given to others all heart's ache,
From meagre girlhood's putting on
Burdensome beauty -- for your sole sake
Heaven has put away the stroke of her doom,
So great her portion in that peace you make
By merely walking in a room.

Your beauty can but leave among us
Vague memories, nothing but memories.
A young man when the old men are done talking
Will say to an old man, 'Tell me of that lady
The poet stubborn with his passion sang us
When age might well have chilled his blood.'

Vague memories, nothing but memories,
But in the grave all, all, shall be renewed.
The certainty that I shall see that lady
Leaning or standing or walking
In the first loveliness of womanhood,
And with the fervour of my youthful eyes,
Has set me muttering like a fool.

You are more beautiful than any one,
And yet your body had a flaw:
Your small hands were not beautiful,
And I am afraid that you will run
And paddle to the wrist
In that mysterious, always brimming lake
Where those What have obeyed the holy law
paddle and are perfect. Leave unchanged
The hands that I have kissed,
For old sake's sake.

The last stroke of midnight dies.
All day in the one chair
From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged
In rambling talk with an image of air:
Vague memories, nothing but memories.

Grow old along with me
the best is yet to be.

- Robert Browning -

Traduzir-se
Uma parte de mim
é todo mundo:
outra parte é ninguém:
fundo sem fundo.

uma parte de mim
é multidão:
outra parte estranheza
e solidão.

Uma parte de mim
pesa, pondera:
outra parte
delira.

Uma parte de mim
é permanente:
outra parte
se sabe de repente.

Uma parte de mim
é só vertigem:
outra parte,
linguagem.

Traduzir-se uma parte
na outra parte
-que é uma questão
de vida ou morte-
será arte?

Ferreira Gullar

"Portanto, não os temais; pois nada há encoberto, que não venha a ser revelado; nem oculto, que não venha a ser conhecido." - Mateus 10:26

Move You

Anya Marina

Bending spoons with my mind,
manifesting men of all kinds
in my spare time.
But oh, how I struggled in vain,
to solve this riddle with my brain
when the answer's in my hands.

So I wanna move you around.
Got to turn you inside out.
Yeah, I wanna move you,
I wanna move you around.
I wanna move you,
I wanna move you around.

Where do you,
where do you,
where do you,
where do you,
where do you get off
living like I'm giving it all up to come here?

I'm moving it safe,
moving it safe,
moving it slow,
teach me a lesson cause I want to know,
if the answer's in my hands.

So I wanna move you,
I wanna move you around.
I I I I wanna move you,
I wanna move you around.
I wanna move you,
I wanna move you around.

Yeah yeah, you with your itinerary life,
you're nothing, nothing, never fine in the light.
alright
alright
The nights settling, settling in your bones,
you gotta celebrate your moments,
look into your soul,
you gotta give it a go.

I wanna move you,
I wanna move you around.
I I I I wanna move you
I wanna move you around.
I I I I wanna kick off your boots,
give up the fight,
summon the night,
sick and tired of super light.
You gotta kick off your boots,
give up the fight,
summon the night,
sick and tired of super light.

It's all out, all out on me,
it's all out, all out on me,
yeah, it's real,
yeah yeah, it's real.

Tragedy

Sorry I'm only
Human you know me
Grown up oh no guess again

My days always
Dry up and blow away
Sometimes I could do that too
But make no mistake that

When you need a friend
You could count on anyone
But you know I'll defend
The tragedy that we knew as
The end

Progress, changing
Growing then giving up
Somehow we're never quite prepared
But I understand it

When you need a friend
You could count on anyone
But you know I'll defend
The tragedy that we knew as
The end

So taking you with me would be like
Taking all your money to the grave
It does no good to anyone especially
The one you're trying to save
But it's so hard not to save

When you need a friend
You could count on anyone
But you know I'll defend
The tragedy that we knew as The end

Brandi Carlile

Vermeil e Vermelho

Two Little Flowers

Three Little Flowers

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you...

The Question Answered

What is it men in women do require?
The lineaments of gratified desire.
What is it women do in men require?
The lineaments of gratified desire.

William Blake

I'm a high school lover,
and you're my favorite flavor.
Love is all, all my soul.
You're my Playground Love.

Yet my hands are shaking.
I feel my body reeling,
times no matter, I'm on fire.
On the playground, love.

You're the piece of gold
that flashes on my soul.
Extra time, on the ground.
You're my Playground Love.

Anytime, anywhere,
You're my Playground Love.

by Air

Isn't this beautiful? I don't know all the symbols, but it's gorgeous.

Es Stehen Unbeweglich

The stars, for many ages,
Have dwelt in heaven above;
They gaze at one another
Tormented by their love.

They speak the richest language,
The loveliest ever heard;
Yet none of all the linguists
Can understand a word.

I learned it, though, in lessons
That nothing can erase;
The only text I needed
Was my beloved's face.

Heinrich Heine (translated by Aaron Kramer)