tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807423329170977032024-03-17T20:19:06.715+00:00Clepsidraコカインの時間を介しての旅ですLiliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.comBlogger23057125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-22037240600897905172024-03-17T17:03:00.002+00:002024-03-17T17:03:20.694+00:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvfSFVI8Mt1ANvioTWATsfVAhTdVAx9wxCWoSV_sbvkLrzlVLGYF3GzdIZ9G4Tflv8QdZ480Ol56V1g7iWsOHjwKZqEoYKo2Ci3wi2WssyNtAekhGO0KMrSREHJfzqHQhzVzmlQx81-41Y1evMBeydLSr2CcUdclKGHmABz24ENagdgJiGJ05uV-RnxOiY/s564/f0eee5d34bf3d0490b97d87fb8b81147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="377" data-original-width="564" height="423" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvfSFVI8Mt1ANvioTWATsfVAhTdVAx9wxCWoSV_sbvkLrzlVLGYF3GzdIZ9G4Tflv8QdZ480Ol56V1g7iWsOHjwKZqEoYKo2Ci3wi2WssyNtAekhGO0KMrSREHJfzqHQhzVzmlQx81-41Y1evMBeydLSr2CcUdclKGHmABz24ENagdgJiGJ05uV-RnxOiY/w633-h423/f0eee5d34bf3d0490b97d87fb8b81147.jpg" width="633" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Liliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-9941024319654371042024-03-17T17:00:00.003+00:002024-03-17T17:00:52.019+00:00Sacer Profanare - Kali Malone<iframe width="480" height="360" src="https://youtube.com/embed/HdYkvJggj3A?si=2Wz3J47GrIRdYNdV" frameborder="0"></iframe>Liliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-65794167034017053712024-03-17T16:59:00.005+00:002024-03-17T16:59:59.312+00:00<p> «Então dei-me conta de que me faltava algo. Era como se a vida que eu tivesse já muito desperdiçada e não aguentava mais esticões. Disso me dei conta.»</p><p><b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">Juan Rulfo.</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"> </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">A planície em chamas. </i><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">Tradução do original de Ana Santos. Cavalo de Ferro, 1ª edição, 2003., p. 20</span></p>Liliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-25162523235851828112024-03-17T16:57:00.004+00:002024-03-17T16:57:48.377+00:00<p> ''Não dizemos o que pensamos. Há bastante tempo que se nos acabou a vontade de falar.''</p><p><b>Juan Rulfo.</b> <i>A planície em chamas. </i>Tradução do original de Ana Santos. Cavalo de Ferro, 1ª edição, 2003., p. 12</p>Liliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-40361356596143032642024-03-17T16:55:00.002+00:002024-03-17T16:55:41.285+00:00parodistaLiliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-6630545973367223232024-03-17T16:40:00.002+00:002024-03-17T16:40:49.953+00:00<p> ''Saudade é um pouco como forme. Só passa quando se come a presença. Mas às vezes a saudade é tão profunda que a presença é pouco: quer-se absorver a outra pessoa toda.''</p>Liliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-83664082793221449532024-03-16T03:16:00.004+00:002024-03-16T03:16:28.771+00:00''Treme o coração da ave.''<p> Tu Fu</p><b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">Uma Antologia de Poesia Chinesa.</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"> Gil de Carvalho. Assírio & Alvim, Lisboa, 1989, p. 179</span>Liliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-72503209404281466952024-03-16T03:06:00.002+00:002024-03-16T03:06:42.089+00:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnaH8MO2MHXpAgpL-OFjOdFXgHmuPh07eWfGOaYDN75wGS5VYboRDMYUOSFcqqGUxwPExh3_y0gbCiJg2vxv4Cq3EV4FAfemMSDMNvaf-qSdLB0NMzspiYzD3LGiinxT2QC_9fyitRVmhHS4IEjL15121lO9kcgvpQ9INbAOHDHNDmnOWpejbvls2rkkuX/s255/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="198" data-original-width="255" height="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnaH8MO2MHXpAgpL-OFjOdFXgHmuPh07eWfGOaYDN75wGS5VYboRDMYUOSFcqqGUxwPExh3_y0gbCiJg2vxv4Cq3EV4FAfemMSDMNvaf-qSdLB0NMzspiYzD3LGiinxT2QC_9fyitRVmhHS4IEjL15121lO9kcgvpQ9INbAOHDHNDmnOWpejbvls2rkkuX/w547-h425/images.jpeg" width="547" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Liliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-9060056810745852612024-03-16T03:03:00.002+00:002024-03-16T03:03:44.255+00:00FORTUITAMENTE<div style="text-align: left;"> Compor uns versos. Com a idade, preguiça tenho.<br />Os vários anos somente tenho por companha.<br />Vida anterior: por engano, me votaram à poesia<br />Se noutra fosse teriam feito pintor de mim.<br />Nesta medida é difícil abandonar uns hábitos<br />Mesmo acontece ser conhecido por tal coisa.<br />Nome de nascença, nome do fundo, certo ambos<br />Mas o coração pelo contrário ninguém conhece.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Wang Wei</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">Uma Antologia de Poesia Chinesa.</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"> Gil de Carvalho. Assírio & Alvim, Lisboa, 1989, p. 147</span>Liliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-42236706891440923112024-03-16T02:56:00.002+00:002024-03-16T02:56:13.215+00:00[DOLÊNCIA DOS APARTADOS FEMININOS]<div style="text-align: left;"> Gineceu dentro esta mulher nova não sabe de tristezas<br />Dia de Primavera, e preparada, o balcão sobre azulado<br />Repentino, sobre o pequeno dique um tom: choupo, salgueiro<br />Lamenta ter dito ao marido para ir procurar emprego longe.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">Wang Changling</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">690-756</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></div><b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">Uma Antologia de Poesia Chinesa.</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"> Gil de Carvalho. Assírio & Alvim, Lisboa, 1989, p. 133</span>Liliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-13597775428243655202024-03-16T02:51:00.002+00:002024-03-16T02:51:26.739+00:00Yoshiko Sai Kuraitabi Dark Journey 佐井好子 暗い旅<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/1e69mgSZ0HU?si=xiZlTsxlfNp_EXcs" frameborder="0"></iframe>Liliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-1629283431031367222024-03-16T02:50:00.003+00:002024-03-16T02:50:48.230+00:00''Homens recentes cumprem expedições longínquas''<p>Li Qi</p><p>690-751</p><b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">Uma Antologia de Poesia Chinesa.</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"> Gil de Carvalho. Assírio & Alvim, Lisboa, 1989, p. 131</span>Liliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-25732636236207953862024-03-16T02:46:00.004+00:002024-03-16T02:46:49.155+00:00''Sozinho, amargas lamentações deito.''<p>Chen Zi'Ang</p><p>656-698</p><b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">Uma Antologia de Poesia Chinesa.</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"> Gil de Carvalho. Assírio & Alvim, Lisboa, 1989, p. 121</span>Liliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-84854142667276922402024-03-16T02:44:00.002+00:002024-03-16T02:44:53.849+00:00''(...), por este luar, alguém quem ama lembra.''<p> </p><div style="text-align: left;">Zhang Ruoxu<br />c.660 - c.720</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">Uma Antologia de Poesia Chinesa.</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"> Gil de Carvalho. Assírio & Alvim, Lisboa, 1989, p. 117</span>Liliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-67771289085467549262024-03-16T02:41:00.001+00:002024-03-16T02:41:07.509+00:00<p> </p><div class="dolLexegerExeger" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; display: table-cell; font-family: Montserrat, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="dolExegerLexpress" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #fda100; font-weight: 600;">dar com a verruma no prego</span></div><div class="dolTable" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; display: table; font-family: Montserrat, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; padding: 0px;"><div class="dolRow" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: table-row;"><div class="dolAcepsExegerNum" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: table-cell; padding-top: 5px; vertical-align: baseline; width: 25px;"></div><div class="dolExegerAceps" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: table-cell; padding-top: 5px; vertical-align: top;"><span class="dolAcepsSubacep" style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 5px;"><span class="dolExpressNoPadding" style="box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 0px;"><span class="dolSubacepTraduz" style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="dolTraduzTrad" style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 26px;">deparar com obstáculo ou dificuldade</span></span></span></span></div></div></div>Liliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-23030715551823162462024-03-16T02:40:00.002+00:002024-03-16T02:40:55.951+00:00OUVINDO NA PRISÃO UMA CIGARRA<div style="text-align: left;"> A terra roda para Oeste a cigarra começa o zagarreio<br />Memórias profundas suscita neste exílio, o Sul.<br />Custa-me ouvir esta figura de asa escura<br />Verrumando, um prisioneiro de cabelo branco.<br />É difícil subir ela o molhado, pesando neste orvalho<br />E no vento demais forte a sua voz desaparece.<br />Nenhuma criatura admite sua altura e natureza<br />Quem irá dilucidar o que me vai no coração?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Luo Binwang<br />640-648?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">Uma Antologia de Poesia Chinesa.</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"> Gil de Carvalho. Assírio & Alvim, Lisboa, 1989, p. 113</span>Liliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-81715064522626472902024-03-16T02:05:00.001+00:002024-03-16T02:05:45.233+00:00La Confession<iframe width="480" height="360" src="https://youtube.com/embed/Rc8DP0YMa1w?si=y4OqNahSrIY0gLhT" frameborder="0"></iframe>Liliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-9527510009858541932024-03-16T02:02:00.005+00:002024-03-16T02:02:30.289+00:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicjUIkTv9wGLctKmHrX13xqOC6SjlC3tPD3Wth8m8eb9_a79Ks7fluG1kDKu-4Q8_8G3MpRg2Gu99xJPjjRzYp0lDad514dQYlITnBKBJto2M2KIUSwxWMpmdGtXlxq6mvujlXDA5CYxjj0NlNmviEowAeSnTTOcKCYLLjfgjn5gdae5LffSrEEbnB93xy/s564/%C5%BDyd%C4%97jimas,%20Blossom%20(1974%E2%80%931984)%20Photographs%20by%20Romualdas%20Rakauskas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="498" data-original-width="564" height="499" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicjUIkTv9wGLctKmHrX13xqOC6SjlC3tPD3Wth8m8eb9_a79Ks7fluG1kDKu-4Q8_8G3MpRg2Gu99xJPjjRzYp0lDad514dQYlITnBKBJto2M2KIUSwxWMpmdGtXlxq6mvujlXDA5CYxjj0NlNmviEowAeSnTTOcKCYLLjfgjn5gdae5LffSrEEbnB93xy/w564-h499/%C5%BDyd%C4%97jimas,%20Blossom%20(1974%E2%80%931984)%20Photographs%20by%20Romualdas%20Rakauskas.jpg" width="564" /></a></div><br /> Žydėjimas, Blossom (1974–1984) Photographs by Romualdas Rakauskas<p></p>Liliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-38673160100931796672024-03-15T20:49:00.001+00:002024-03-15T20:49:02.889+00:00<div style="text-align: left;"> Vive o homem a vida numa tigela de poeira<br />É como bichinhos dentro de um jarro<br />Todo o dia andando à volta<br />Nunca sai lá de dentro.<br />Não nos calha a ventura<br />Só temos em sorte desgraças<br />O tempo parece um rio<br />Que corre. Um dia, acordamos velhos.</div><p>Han Shan</p><p>séculos V-VI</p><b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">Uma Antologia de Poesia Chinesa.</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"> Gil de Carvalho. Assírio & Alvim, Lisboa, 1989, p. 111</span>Liliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-42064913399968308412024-03-15T20:46:00.005+00:002024-03-15T20:46:41.857+00:00''Eis-me aqui melancólica e deitada no quarto vazio''<div style="text-align: left;"> <br />A Dama Hou<br />séculos V-VI</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">Uma Antologia de Poesia Chinesa.</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"> Gil de Carvalho. Assírio & Alvim, Lisboa, 1989, p. 109</span>Liliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-35108306078556457802024-03-15T20:44:00.002+00:002024-03-15T20:44:41.523+00:00lábilLiliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-84522216895088453322024-03-15T20:43:00.005+00:002024-03-15T20:43:40.416+00:00''Vem lá a angústia, a via, da morte, que é longa''<div style="text-align: left;">TUOBA<br />[Último Imperador dos]<br />m.531</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">Uma Antologia de Poesia Chinesa.</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"> Gil de Carvalho. Assírio & Alvim, Lisboa, 1989, p. 105</span>Liliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-56470453959457409602024-03-15T20:39:00.002+00:002024-03-15T20:39:17.707+00:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEindAXhT6lVEfCi5xBWpYeAB4GID3eJ6cLfntkhkPNFsG_2qZI5E1g1iH2s5qtcCO2z6T2vFsJYPcT4wYndMQY1r7iBi-C1AY7Jz9vNf_tmXSU-bmblfZtyQAeSrcDVDK4SBQhVagr7lOBYJtLXws_IoEJEJWkhD7dr4jMNshqtDzuIEvgc5XhddB1xPLtw/s640/74c77ab5b3e0508af7a00f19297ebb50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="491" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEindAXhT6lVEfCi5xBWpYeAB4GID3eJ6cLfntkhkPNFsG_2qZI5E1g1iH2s5qtcCO2z6T2vFsJYPcT4wYndMQY1r7iBi-C1AY7Jz9vNf_tmXSU-bmblfZtyQAeSrcDVDK4SBQhVagr7lOBYJtLXws_IoEJEJWkhD7dr4jMNshqtDzuIEvgc5XhddB1xPLtw/w394-h512/74c77ab5b3e0508af7a00f19297ebb50.jpg" width="394" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Liliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-8698771433404930782024-03-15T20:38:00.004+00:002024-03-15T20:38:39.099+00:00Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Carry Me <iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/jevYDDdIiq0?si=T9ziItl3j5Ygog03" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Carry me, father, carry me</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Oh my father, carry me, oh</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Father, carry me (Tayki de Tayki de Tayc)</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Oh Father, carry me</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Father, carry me</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Oh my father, carry me, oh</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Father, carry me</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Sans toi j'ai tellement froid, tellement froid, non</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Mais je dois rester un homme</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Je dois tout, tout, tout cacher</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Sans toi j'ai tellement froid, tellement froid, non</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Et crois moi tout ce que tu donnes</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Moi, j'ai tout, tout, tout garder</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">J'appelle une fois</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Je rappelle une autre fois</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Depuis, moi j'attends</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Mais tu ne réponds plus</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">J'appelle une fois</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Je rappelle une autre fois</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Depuis, moi j'attends</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Mais tu ne me connais plus</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Plus que des mots</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Il ne me reste plus que des mots</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Mais ce serait lâche de te dire qu'on doit continuer</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">En niant qu'on va vers la mort</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Plus aucun mot</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Toi, tu ne disais plus aucun mot</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Et aujourd'hui la douleur m'inonde</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Je t'ai vu creuser nos tombes</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Parle moi, parle moi même si c'est pour m'insulter</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Dis-moi que je suis l'homme que tu déteste</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Mais ne m'ignore plus jamais</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Et s'il te plaît parle moi</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Parle moi, dis moi juste que tu pars</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Les regrets sont arrivés trop tard</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Tu ne reviendras jamais, Jamais</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Sans toi j'ai tellement froid, tellement froid, non</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Mais je dois rester un homme</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Je dois tout, tout, tout cacher</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Sans toi j'ai tellement froid, tellement froid, non</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Et crois moi tout ce que tu donnes</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Moi, j'ai tout, tout, tout garder</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">J'appelle une fois</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Je rappelle une autre fois</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Depuis, moi j'attends</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Mais tu ne réponds plus</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">J'appelle une fois</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Je rappelle une autre fois</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Depuis, moi j'attends</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Mais tu ne me connais plus</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Carry me, father, carry me</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Oh my father, carry me, oh</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Father, carry me</span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Oh Father, carry me</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Father, carry me</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Oh my father, carry me, oh</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Father, carry me</span></div><div class="ujudUb WRZytc" jsname="U8S5sf" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span jsname="YS01Ge">Father, oh, Niami Djèla, oh</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Oh Niami Father</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Nyambe, Nyambe</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Father, Niami Djèla, oh</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Oh Niami Father</span><br aria-hidden="true" /><span jsname="YS01Ge">Nyambe, Nyambe</span></div></div>Liliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-780742332917097703.post-8850226378707274532024-03-15T20:36:00.008+00:002024-03-15T20:36:40.126+00:00GRASNAM À NOITE CORVOS<div style="text-align: left;"> Anónimo<br />[Yuefu]<br />século V</div><p><b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">Uma Antologia de Poesia Chinesa.</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"> Gil de Carvalho. Assírio & Alvim, Lisboa, 1989, p. 103</span></p>Liliana Gonçalveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565711377844893349noreply@blogger.com0