A Mentira?
© 2005, Nuno Júdice
From: Geometria variável
Publisher: Dom Quixote, Lisboa, 2005
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HOW TO MAKE A POEM
If we’re going to talk about how to make a poem,
rhetoric has nothing to do with it. It’s simpler than that, and doesn’t
require subtleties or formulas. Pick
a flower, for example, but not one of those flowers that grow
in the middle of fields, nor the ones they sell in stores,
or in the markets. A flower of syllables rather, in which the
petals are vowels, and the stem is the consonant. Place it
in the vase of the stanza, and let it be. So that it doesn’t die,
it’s enough to put a little Spring in the water, which,
on a rainy day, is fetched from the imagination,
or is pushed in through the window when the cool air
of morning fills the blue room. This is when
the flower begins to seem like a poem, but it’s still not
the poem. For it to really sprout, the flower needs
to find more natural colors than those
which nature gave it. They might be the colors
of your complexion – its whiteness, when the sun falls on you,
or the depths of your eyes in which all the colors
of life mix with the sheen of life. After that,
I pour these colors over the corolla, and watch them descend
to the leaves, like sap which runs through
the invisible veins of the soul. I can then pick the flower,
and what I have in my hand is this poem
that you gave me.
© Translation: 2007, Martin Earl
Publisher: Poetry International Festival, Rotterdam, 2007
... Confiar...... Trust ...~~~~~~~~~
... is sharing what we have locked in our Heart with another Heart feeling we are in urgent need of doing so.
Quem era anjo passou a diabo... De um dia para o outro.
Qual será a próxima metamorfose? ~~~~~~~~~~
Yesterday a devil, now an angel!
Who was the angel is now a devil. From night to day.
Which metamorphosis will happen next?
... hoje senti-me assim "esborrachada" entre duas partes 
O "bichinho" não morreu ...
um OBRIGADA por me terem visitado e lido!
Vou-me.
Reaparecerei por certo mas não sei como nem quando. ~~~~~~~~
Não foi no Politeama mas foi no Rivoli! Esperei por a sua exibição cá no Porto e ... não fui defraudada.
Um óptimo espectáculo que não fica atrás de produções internacionais.
Parabéns, Filipe La Feria, Anabela, Carlos Quintas e a todos que participam neste musical.
It wasn't at Politeama. It was at Rivoli instead.
I've waited for the show to come to Porto... I didn't get deceived.
A great musical that international productions don't minimise.
... em melancolia de uma música de Rosa Vermelha de Rebordos Prateados. ~~~~~~~~~~~ ... in a melancholic Silver Edged Red Rose tune.
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There are words which twinkle
I believe I can fly
Iused to think that i could not go on
And life was nothing but an awful song
But now I know the meaning of true love
I'm leaning on the everlasting arms
If I can see it, then I can do it
If I just believe it, there's nothing to it
I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day
Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can soar
I see me running through that open door
I believe I can fly
I believe I can fly
(oh) I believe I can fly
See iI was on the verge of breaking down
Sometimes the silence can seem so loud
There are miracles in life I must achieve
But first I know it starts inside of me
(repeat 2 with a change: instead of "if i can see it then i can do it", is "if
I can see it, then I can be it", 1...)
Could I believe in it?
Muitas vezes penso que o espiríto de Natal é sem sentido!
Às vezes
