20 de junho de 2013
17 de junho de 2013
Construir o meu caminho hoje.
Después de un tiempo,
uno aprende la sutil diferencia
entre sostener una mano
y encadenar un alma,
y uno aprende
que el amor no significa acostarse
y una compañía no significa seguridad
y uno empieza a aprender...
Que los besos no son contratos
y los regalos no son promesas
y uno empieza a aceptar sus derrotas
con la cabeza alta y los ojos abiertos
y uno aprende a construir
todos sus caminos en el hoy,
porque el terreno del mañana
es demasiado inseguro para planes...
y los futuros tienen una forma de caerse
en la mitad.
Y después de un tiempo
uno aprende que si es demasiado,
hasta el calorcito del sol quema.
Así que uno planta su propio jardín
y decora su propia alma,
en lugar de esperar a que alguien le traiga flores.
Y uno aprende que realmente puede aguantar,
que uno realmente es fuerte,
que uno realmente vale,
y uno aprende y aprende...
y con cada día uno aprende.
- Jorge Luis Borges -
Para colher sonhos todos os dias.
16 de junho de 2013
*
every time I shed tears
in the last past years
when I pass through the hills
oh, what images return
oh I yearn
for the roots of the woodds
that origin of all my strong and strange moods
I lost something in the hills
I lost something in the hills
I lost something in the hills
I grew up in declivities
others grow up in cities
where first love and soul takes rise
there where times in my life
when I felt mad and deprived
and only the slopes gave me hope
when I pass through the leg high grass I shall die
under the jasmin I shall die
under the elder tree
and I need not prepare for a new coming day
where is it that fills the deepness I feel
You will say I'm not Robin the Hood
But how could I hide from top to foot
that I lost something in the hills
I lost something in the hills
Oh I lost something in the hills
Now I lean on my window sill
and I cry, though it's silly
and I'm dreaming of off and away
oh I know further west these hills exist
marked by apple trees marked by a straight brook
that leads me wherever I want it to
well I lost something in the hills
I lost something in the hills
oh, I lost something in the hills
- I lost something in the hills, de Sibylle Baier -
in the last past years
when I pass through the hills
oh, what images return
oh I yearn
for the roots of the woodds
that origin of all my strong and strange moods
I lost something in the hills
I lost something in the hills
I lost something in the hills
I grew up in declivities
others grow up in cities
where first love and soul takes rise
there where times in my life
when I felt mad and deprived
and only the slopes gave me hope
when I pass through the leg high grass I shall die
under the jasmin I shall die
under the elder tree
and I need not prepare for a new coming day
where is it that fills the deepness I feel
You will say I'm not Robin the Hood
But how could I hide from top to foot
that I lost something in the hills
I lost something in the hills
Oh I lost something in the hills
Now I lean on my window sill
and I cry, though it's silly
and I'm dreaming of off and away
oh I know further west these hills exist
marked by apple trees marked by a straight brook
that leads me wherever I want it to
well I lost something in the hills
I lost something in the hills
oh, I lost something in the hills
- I lost something in the hills, de Sibylle Baier -
* Uma das minhas canções preferidas de sempre.
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