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Hão de Chorar por Ela Os Cinamomos

Hão de chorar por ela os cinamomos Murchando as flores ao tombar do dia Dos laranjais hão de cair os pomos Lembrando-se daquela que os colhia. As estrelas dirão: - “Ai, nada somos, Pois ela se morreu silente* e fria…” E pondo os olhos nela como pomos, Hão de chorar a irmã que lhes sorria. A lua que lhe foi mãe carinhosa Que a viu nascer e amar, há de envolvê-la Entre lírios e pétalas de rosa. Os meus sonhos de amor serão defuntos… E os arcanjos dirão no azul ao vê-la, Pensando em mim: - “Por que não vieram juntos?”

- Alphonsus de Guimaraens

ENGULF  /inˈɡəlf,enˈɡəlf/

to immerse, plunge, bury, or swallow up “and she sang, she sang, she sang. Until her grief, like darkness, engulfed her…”

prosa e poesia

só quero ter…

uma conversa exagerada

cheia de graça, descontrolada.

um pequeno pique no meu dia

para que haja amor e alegria. 

um verso meigo e singelo 

para que não seja um mero

defeito a ser visto. 

quero saber transbordar

nessa prosa e poesia

não só cria de rima, 

mas também muita felicidade

para ser apreciada noite e dia. 

Mil razões para se criar poesia, Letícia Stefani.

“Your unforgettable name. Deep in my heart, your name is engraved and I long for you. You set fire to my heart. In my heart, you ignited the inextinguishable flame of love. Before your name can be forgotten, I long for you again. Oh, even at the moment of death, I shall call out your name. Even as I am living, my heart longs for you. Until the moment of death, I will long for you. You set fire to my heart. In my heart, you ignited the inextinguishable flame of love, Sim-deok.”

Movies I watched in 2017 » Demain Tout Commence (2016) [rating: 3.5/5]

“Gloria just arrived one day. I wasn’t prepared. But I did what I could.”

Dear Dawsey, Amelia, Isola, Eben, Eli and Kit, please forgive me. That’s first. I hope you will forgive me breaking the promise I made not to write about your Society. We had a trust I am profoundly sorry to have betrayed. Secondly, know that this manuscript is yours alone to do with what you will. I will not publish it. That’s not why I wrote it. “Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse, seeking to find the old familiar faces,” Charles Lamb wrote. Without knowing it, I feel I have been searching for the old familiar faces for many years now, and can’t quite account for why I recognise these as yours. But I do. Do you suppose it’s possible for us to already belong to someone before we’ve met them? If so, I belong to you, or you to me, or me simply to the spirit I found among you on Guernsey. That is as good a definition of family as any I know. Thank you for sharing the story of your family with me. And for sharing Elizabeth. Though I did not get to meet her myself, I feel keenly how her life has changed the arc of my own forever, in ways I am only just beginning to discover. I wish you all peace, and hope that if books do have the power to bring people together, this one may work its magic. 

                                                                                            Love, Juliet

“Levou-me ao céu para mais tarde tirar-me o chão.”

— Stripper (via reptilha)

“It is impossible not to imagine that other future, that rejected future,”

— Michael Cunningham, from The Hours (Farrar, Straus and Giroux , 1998)

“A ansiedade é aquela dor que sentimos antes mesmo de saber se vai machucar.”

— Gabi Ferreira