Blog de literatura e eventos transbrasileiros de Deborah Kietzmann Goldemberg
Soneto da separaçãoDe repente do riso fez-se o prantoSilencioso e branco como a brumaE das bocas unidas fez-se a espumaE das mãos espalmadas fez-se o espanto.De repente da calma fez-se o ventoQue dos olhos desfez a última chamaE da paixão fez-se o pressentimentoE do momento imóvel fez-se o drama.De repente, não mais que de repenteFez-se de triste o que se fez amanteE de sozinho o que se fez contente.Fez-se do amigo próximo o distanteFez-se da vida uma aventura erranteDe repente, não mais que de repente.Vinícius de Moraes
Esta é uma fotografia bonita. A princesa das Amazonas em sua glória de pedra, como a deusa Isis dos egípcios ou de um tigress bonito. Como podem os americanos competir com somente seu Catwoman :-)?Um gato do amor como a canção da curaWe move like cagey tigers We couldn't get closer than this The way we walk The way we talk The way we stalk The way we kiss We slip through the streets While everyone sleeps Getting bigger and sleeker And wider and brighter We bite and scratch and scream all night Let's go and Throw all the songs we know Into the sea You and me All these years and no one heard I'll show you in spring It's a treacherous thing We missed you hissed the lovecats (Ba ba-da...da da da da da...) We're so wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully Wonderfully pretty Oh you know that I'd do anything for you We should have each other to tea huh? We should have each other with cream Then curl up by the fire And sleep for awhile It's the grooviest thing It's the perfect dream Hand in hand Is the only way to land And always the right way round Not broken in pieces Like hated little meeces How could we miss Someone as dumb as this I love you ... let's go -solid gone -How could you miss someone as dumbo as this?
Queridissima Xena das Amazonas.... Melhor a guerreira....RoxaneYou don't have to put on the red lightThose days are overYou don't have to sell your body to the nightRoxanneYou don't have to wear that dress tonightWalk the streets for moneyYou don't care if it's wrong or if it's rightI loved you since I knew youI wouldn't talk down to youI have to tell you just how I feelI won't share you with another boyI know my mind is made upSo put away your make upTold you once I won't tell you againIt's a bad way
“The Scythian heroine, sits mounted, a warrior before her maids, Plumes flowing from her helmet, skirt tucked high, her stallion tossing gold and purple tassels, Hooves stamping on the muddy ground beneath. For one long momentwith a pensive gaze, she stares into the ranks, void of expression, As if they stood before her carved in stone, Until her glance meets that of Peleus' son: A darkened flush spreads down unto her neck, blood sets her face aglow as if the world Surrounding her were leaping into flames, then, with a sudden jolt, she swings herself,Throwing a darker look upon Achilles and stepsDown from her horse, leaves the reins with a groom, and inquires What brings us to her. I say; great benefit Would be our joint reward if we were friends, But notice in the flow of talking, she doesn't hear a word. Instead, she turns and with a look of utter wonderment, suddenly like a girl, a sixteen-year-old girl on her way back from the Festival, she whispers to her companion by her side: Oh Prothoë, I do not think I ever laid eyes on such a man!The friend, embarrassed at these words, stays silent, While she herself stands gazing, as if drunk With admiration, at the glittering figure of Achilles: Whether from rage or shame, another blush Stains her armour crimson to the waist, She turns, confusion, wildness, pride Commingling on her face, and says: And you shall have my arrows for reply!”Kleist, Penthesilea
A Cabangem ... tal vez o proximo romance a guerra de Constestado, de paraíso... ? Com a virgem Maria Rosa, montada em seu cavalo, uma espada na cinta e uma espingarda na sela. Muitas flores nos cabelos, um longo vestido branco, até os pés. Seu cavalo era branco, com arreios de veludo. Tinha apenas quinze anos. Ela liderou as tropas contra os soldados de Santa Catarina .... A violência explodiu no Contestado qunado a virgem Maria Rosa mandou "limpar" as cidades vizinhas a fim de purificar o ambiente para a volta do "monge"...
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