Tudo de bom que já foi dito sobre Walt Whitman e sua obra "Folhas da Relva" eu concordo. Por isso o nome deste humilde bloguinho que fala sobre literatura é uma homenagem ao grande poeta que, como disse Borges: "toma e não diz a ninguém a infinita decisão de ser todos os homens e escrever um livro que seja todos".
quinta-feira, 25 de setembro de 2008
Mais do mesmo
meianoite o silêncio tine a sombra vira cena o sonho vira cine
Amo a ilustração acima do Leminski. E já não lembro de onde peguei. Assim que lembrar deste mero detalhe, coloco aqui.
Sunday is gloomy My hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black coach Of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought Of ever returning you Would they be angry If I thought of joining you Gloomy Sunday
Sunday is gloomy With shadows I spend it all My heart and I have decided To end it all Soon there'll be flowers and prayers That are said I know But let them not weep Let them know That I'm glad to go Death is no dream For in death I'm caressing you With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming I was only dreaming I wake and I find you asleep In the deep of my heart dear Darling I hope That my dream never haunted you My heart is telling you How much I wanted you Gloomy Sunday Gloomy Sunday
Sunday is gloomy
ResponderExcluirMy hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
Will never awaken you
Not where the black coach
Of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought
Of ever returning you
Would they be angry
If I thought of joining you
Gloomy Sunday
Sunday is gloomy
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided
To end it all
Soon there'll be flowers and prayers
That are said I know
But let them not weep
Let them know
That I'm glad to go
Death is no dream
For in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul
I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming
I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep
In the deep of my heart dear
Darling I hope
That my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you
How much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday