Serenity

Serenity





The calm that today hovers in this corner

has everything of you; you are the fair weather

After a storm, a cherish,

That this child made fall asleep.





When any wrong way was left,

Today in peace-loving and so pure quiet,

My spirit analyses my past

And recognizes you like fortune.





I offer you this secret

(Even though I remember the whole hurt pain)

Which today do I declare without any fear:





Blessed in your exile,

Investigating the sea of my life,

You will only find your heart, in the middle.

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It Rains

It rains



Your tears rains...

dyeing of blue my vision,

peace is fragile

and fever is passion.



Where your stories walk,

improper, honest stories?

They pass by life and marks the hour

to become a destiny ... each story.



It rains and your hands are thrown to the wind,

soaking of heat a tense body.

touching ghosts and devour them...

presenting minutes as hours.



teaches me being calm and crazy,

explicit controversy,

undoes mistakes and shrugs shoulders

to the most sentimental wounds.



As living so sad and without singing,

not to write verses?

And even sponsoring the oblivion...

to give birth pseudo boredom?



The dawn rains of your eyes...

your fate rains.

Rain and wants still to see the sea

That falls in your life sky.

DUO

- in monstrance
of the glorious morning stands up
a sun that gilds a sky of stunning blue.
- the newspapers talk about corruption, mafias, pedophilia,
accidents, of death.

- the day flies for the zenith
like an eagle of light.
- there are clouds of mushrooms.

- the afternoon recreates the ruby-red of origin
in the nadir mirror.
- everything is directed to a sad shipwreck of blood.

- the night spreads his loving body out.
- bewildered adolescents spray cathedrals.
Boys burn drunk and Indian, black and beggars.
Policemen of whole world torture and kill.

- the nature is wasteful.
- it is a dialog between wolves and lambs.
- it is the splendorous set of life,
in his contradictions.
- caravels drunk by the abyss!

- life is beautiful!
- but the television insists to reminds boys of street,
despoiled, landless laborer, offended, hungry,
the driven to despair, those without piety, the without judgment.

God and Devil hammer in duo
the wrist of the Universe.

EFFUSION

Like a great nocturnal and silent bird
an emotional jet
imponderable matter of ecstasy
what I was supposing inert in the past
it vibrated in me his dream wave.
And from his flaming heart
the intense pulsation was transferred in mine.
Not even imagining
I, shadow of this bird,
could still fly in his tired wings.
In a mixture of joy and amazement
I stroked again the illusory clouds.
And how sweet it is now,
in the ethereal senses suspension, the delivery
from soul to renewed emotion
that melts me in anxious heart rain.

Edith Piaf - M' Lord

WE BELIEVE!!!! GO BENFICA!!!!!

gracias a la vida - Mercedes Sosa canta Violeta Parra

Walk

Walk


The world is a mountain of concrete fogs.
We see perfectly the angles, lines, volumes, colors;
we hardly do not find images sense.
But we philosophize.
"Geometrize".
We count the world miseries.
Poeticize the world ineffability’s.
We say the unspeakable.
Only we do not understand each other.
So, we turn round on ourselves.
The soul, invisible mirror,
returns to us the glance.
With the same ignorant purity with which we look at it,
looks at us.
Like if we had not been one.
Yes, we do not understand each other.
But we go.
God's militias do not feel pity for our ignorance,
of our rude curiosity,
and they say to us:
Walk, walk!
And we walk.

Being a Woman...

Being Woman.


To be woman, Born bringing the soul cut
For joys of life, freedom and love;
To try the ethereal glories and haughty escalade
In the eternal aspiration of a superior dream…

To be woman, to want another pure and winged soul
be able, with her, to transpose the infinite;
To feel life sad, insipid, isolated
To look for a companion and find a master...

To be woman, calculate the whole short infinite
For the wide expansion of the wanted outbreak
In the spiritual ascension to perfect ideals.

To be woman, oh! Merciless sadness!
be in life which an inert eagle, arrested
To the heavy metal chains of social precepts!



© Portuguesesoul 2007

Sanctus

Sanctus


!Oh, what chatters is this life!
!How hard are these exiles,
this jail, irons
in that the soul is in!
Only to wait for exitence
causes me so fierce pain,
that I die because I do not die.

" I live without living in me ".
Saint Tereza D'Ávila.


It is mourning of this sound and the breviary,
incense odour going through air:
knees softened in the Mount Calvary
and the vision of mysteries.

Which secret is hidden between these lines?
Do I speak? Who hears? For whom to speak?
Oh God, if you listen, for what so far?
Because you are occluded in this altar?

I look in the city for your face,
Your voice, in this song (I hear singers),
but others, not I, they have sanctity,
exempt of sins – and I, Lord?

And we? From which matter are we done,
is our body missed, this error?
What, Lord, to do from the body, then,
so dubious in the dizziness and despair?

But saints, so pure, what secrets?
It is a purity that coexists with Love–
then, Lord, a body why,
of so much do I miss so much pain?

The love, rite of garments and metal,
interview the foot of these altars,
in the beautiful and mighty liturgy,
prohibit us of the Saint and exile us!

Our spirit opens to the voice of monks,
and we, in this exile, in this forecourt.
The corner that we know comes from the body,
but, this soul of meat and pain and blood?

They play bells and bells only concern,
and to see, then, that nothing obscures us,
so everything is Christ in body, amen, amen,
it is the Body of Jesus in our body.

(Anima Christi, sanctifica me.
Corpus Christi, salva me.
Sanguis Christi, inebria me.
Aqua lateris Christi, lava me.
Passio Christi, conforta me..1)


... that we are wrecked,
what sinks our ship
in the sea dephts!

All silents, so orderly,
inside churches, and this chapel
and these clothes then? It is this, what I have,
tender knees in the log,

atone. But what? What bad we done?
We are born already marked for nothing:
we know nothing, allow nothing–
God's drunkards, but ready to sin.

Blood of Christ, come and you revert us
to You. Without Your hand, we can not be saved
from foolish sin – not to know
the pains of Your Passion and love.

Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus,
Dominus Deus Sabaoth.
Pleni sunt caeli et terra gloria tua.
Hosanna in excelsis.
Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini.
Hosanna in excelsis.2


1 Christ soul, bless us./ Christ body, save us./Christ blood, intoxicate us./water from Christ's , wash us./Passion of Christ, strengthen us.
2 saint, saint, saint, / is the Lord, God of the armies! / The sky and the land are full of Your glory. / Praise in the heights/. When what comes in the name of the Lord. / Praise in the heights was praised.

Newspaper Show

NEWSPAPER SHOW


The wrath that explodes in hand
is in me, but needs
the brilliant object
For the instant
To be completed and to reveal myself
The mask more then perfect
Of calm...
In the face of the dead mason,
In his pose,
Christ is spoken.

Rest

Rest


Give me your hand
And I will take you to the fields set to music for
harvests song
Let's arrive before the birds dispute us
the fruits,
Before the insects feed on the
half opened leaves.
Give me your hand
And I will take you to enjoy the happiness of the
thanked ground,
I will give you for bed the friendly land
And I will rest your aged head
In the silent grass of the fields.
I will ask nothing,
You will hear only the singing adolescent waters
And the words of my glance on your beloved face.

The Meeting...

meeting...


The meeting...

Lights smiling of the reached destiny.
Waterfalls in multiple combined colors
Seismic destructive vibrations of fear.
Pride passed and thrown to the wind.
Fear played by hands
Infinite moment that was never early:
a never history predicted story.





The enchantment...

Permissible sign to the intense familiarity.
In the falling night under the vigilant eye of the moon
Shy shock of scandalous contentment.
Anxiety glued in the wings of the continued future .
prison enclosed of complete detachment.
Reward caressed by the sigh of a relief:
an implacable destiny, a true fright.





The acceptance...

Sincere masked pretext invitation.

Loyal complicity of smiling delight.
Pleasure ripening supremely.
Intelligent subtlety always in a context.
Convex and reflexive confirmation of the logical acceptance,
Evidence that looks for the reverse to the extreme:
a feeling more noble than the launched luck.





The familiarity...

Intertwine of knots tied with firmness.
Clarity of a refuge dividing situation.
Prelude of ecstasy always and always in force.
Patient seed contemplated by passion.
Unison refrain with different verse.
Reverse averse to the crafty loss of the reason:
the condition is already a daughter of a reached premise.