Rudyard Kipling - The River's Tale

Twenty bridges from Tower to Kew--
(Twenty bridges or twenty-two)--
Wanted to know what the River knew, 
For they were young, and the Thames was old
And this is the tale that River told:--

"I walk my beat before London Town,
Five hours up and seven down.
Up I go till I end my run
At Tide-end-town, which is Teddington.
Down I come with the mud in my hands
And plaster it over the Maplin Sands.
But I'd have you know that these waters of mine
Were once a branch of the River Rhine,
When hundreds of miles to the East I went
And England was joined to the Continent.

"I remember the bat-winged lizard-birds,
The Age of Ice and the mammoth herds,
And the giant tigers that stalked them down
Through Regent's Park into Camden Town.
And I remember like yesterday
The earliest Cockney who came my way,
When he pushed through the forest that lined the Strand,
With paint on his face and a club in his hand.
He was death to feather and fin and fur.
He trapped my beavers at Westminster.
He netted my salmon, he hunted my deer,
He killed my heron off Lambeth Pier.
He fought his neighbour with axes and swords,
Flint or bronze, at my upper fords,
While down at Greenwich, for slaves and tin,
The tall Phoenician ships stole in,
And North Sea war-boats, painted and gay,
Flashed like dragon-flies, Erith way;
And Norseman and Negro and Gaul and Greek
Drank with the Britons in Barking Creek,
And life was gay, and the world was new,
And I was a mile across at Kew!
But the Roman came with a heavy hand,
And bridged and roaded and ruled the land,
And the Roman left and the Danes blew in--
And that's where your history-books begin!"

FONTE

O Meu Primeiro Fã

Quando um casal Português se mostra todo interessado na minha formação e quando descobrem que estudei Literatura Portuguesa me perguntem se escrevo e lhes dou o meu link do Poetfreak a pedido deles.

Eu: " - Depois lembre-se de me dizer quem é para eu saber!"

Ele: " - Mas tu não precisas de saber quem eu sou..."

Pérolas Do Dia De Ontem [Que Ainda Teve Algumas...]

Para quem segue o meu Facebook não serão novidades mas de qualquer forma, ficam aí as melhores partes do dia de ontem:

A entrevista que tinha marcada da parte da manhã era na Maia, cidade que eu visitei, sei lá, uma vez na vida? Ao marcar a entrevista pergunto por um ponto de referência e diz-me a senhora:

" - Fica próxima da PSP da Maia."

O que faz o Logan? Saí na paragem do Fórum Maia, começa a andar para trás, completamente ao calhas, olha para uma placa e diz:

" - Olha, é nesta rua!"

Só depois de ter encontrado a empresa e de ter dado um passeio pelas redondezas é que encontrei a PSP.. Só por acaso....

Já na empresa [uma empresa de comercialização de químicos] e depois de ter falado com aquele senhor do outro post perguntam-me na entrevista:

" - Vejo no seu CV que faz alguma escrita criativa... Você escreve sobre o quê?"

Eu [a pensar]: " - Olhe sobre químicos é que não é de certeza...lol"

Antes de me ir embora vou todo contente ao Pingo Doce e apanho uma mulher à minha frente que ensacou TUDO que comprou e a moça da caixa tem de tirar TUDO das sacas para ler os códigos... Já passar-meda mioleira [não mais do que a menina da caixa] pousei os rebuçados e fui-me embora... Opá... 

 

Lord Byron - She Walks In Beauty [Poema]

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellow'd to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impair'd the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

Fonte

Uma Quadra Ao Amor Não Correspondido

"Amas a Nosso Senhor,

Que morreu por toda a gente,

E a mim não me tens amor

Que morro por ti somente!"

Augusto Gil

Escrever Escrever

Há dias que ando com a ideia premente na cabeça de escrever algo mais longo. Apesar de continuar a publicar poemas no Poetfreak gostava de escrever algo mais comprido, uma história com pés e cabeça. Tive várias ideias a chatearem-me durante vários dias e decidi a não escrever nada. Apesar de escrever poemas eu mesmo não sou um consumidor de poesia, mas se escrevesse algo que eu próprio fosse consumir, não sei se teria paciência para fazê-lo, paciência e coerência. Por que se eu fosse para escrever algo teria de passar das cem páginas, ser alguma espécie de masterpiece [lol] quase como uma tese [a tese que nunca fiz].

Mais Alguns Trabalhos Meus

Por que a publicidade é a alma do negócio :)

Forever Is

Forever may last a few months

it won't even help us pay our bills

we'll be homeless in no time

ready to run through these hills

Forever is just a cliché

some people use to write any song

i'll love you forever, that's me singing in your ear

in times when we use to not get along

Forever is such a long time

seems like yesterday

since u put that ring on my finger

it's been quite a lifetime.

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Rules For My Funeral

Buy me a coffin with a tv

with your photo on the panel

as long as i'll be quite dead

i'll keep on forever watching your channel

I wanna be buried

with bells at my feet

so when i come back to haunt you

you'll hear a melody soft and sweet

Hide benneath my sleeve

Your scarf filled with drops of mead

so i'll be pleased to smell it everyday

every day of my death 

When i die, do nothing

don't go bury me that far

'cause i know that you were kidding

'bout death doin' us part.

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Barney Stinson Everybody

I'm a big asshole, 

not gonna lie

but tell me how do i look

when i wear my suit & tie?

Eyes looking through your body,

my hair is blonde, you see

wouldn't you feel honoured

for dating a man like me?

Feel lucky 'cause i've picked you

As long as you're a nobody

And for the rest of you who still don't know me

Barney Stinson everybody.

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From Everything To Requiem

I heard the marching band

playing our song with me all alone

and in that moment i knew

i knew that you were gone

It became the saddest song

the saddest song for me to sing

for it has lost its own melody

its meaning, everything

So i let my heart drop

like the leaves that fell on the fall

there's nothing left for me to give

i gave myself, i gave it all

Keepin' on chasing the marching band

to hear our song again

for it has become my personal hell

my dreadful melody, my requiem.

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Fear Of Falling

The highest dreams are easily reached

when we have someone by our side

but when we find ourselves in despair

we found as well that we've been left aside

Left in the middle of the high rope

that is life without support

one little step at the time

it's not even worth the effort

So the fear of falling becomes real

when we finally decide to fall

and realize that there's no one on the ground

to sustain our fall after all.

Voltei A Escrever :)

Kiss My Cowboy Boots

You gotta make your way

like a rug on my floor

i'm not cold-hearted casanova

i'm all you wished for

Yeah come here and get me

got you bended in one knee

it'S 'bout time you learn

how to workship me

I'll have you down there

'till you start to raise roots

it's 'bout time you learn

how to kiss my cowboy boots.

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Ka-Ching!

How sweet it is

the sound of money on my pocket

the money i spent on your locket

cost me a dozen dollars, geez

I want you, i want that too

i want all money can buy

guess i'll be seeing you on my rearview

better kiss you goodbye

'Cause you aren't my life

You're not my everything

As long as you don't open your purse

and i hear that sweet sound, Ka-ching!

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Keep This Souvenir

Lost inside your mail box

there's a postcard waiting to be read

reminding you that leaving this ol' town

was everything i would ever need

You'll read it filled with anger

'cause i left you all alone

but just remember that all i've lived since then

i had to live on my own

Keep this souvenir

from someone who loved you long ago

still you may never loved me that much

i will still love you so.

Tudo isto é o resultado de uma tarde inteira a ouvir música country lol.

The Game Of Sex

My dearest friend

what do you want me for?

to fuck me gentle like an husband

or fuck me hard like a whore?

Do you want me to bend?

or will you bend yourself?

do you want sex in the table

or leaning on a shelf?

Will i have to suck your stuff

will you suck my stuff too

do you want a single bed

or a bed made for two?

I'm not the best person

but still i'm not a nobody

and it's sad for you to pick me up

when you could've picked anybody.

Scarborough Fair

Are you going to Scarborough Fair

where all the things are bought and sold

hope you find my sweet love there

hope you find him wise and bold

Tell him to wait for me at shore

where all the waves crash so fast

tell him that despite all the distance

our love is strong and meant to last

Tell him to make something for me

something that's soft, sweet and tender

something i can hold during my travels

something that will always help me to remember

Tell him to count all the grains of sand

that make the shore almost infinite

tell him to remind that our love is strong

stronger than slate, marble and granite

I will be there before he's done

hope i will arrive on time

I'll kneel on the floor and ask him in marriage

to be forever, the true love of mine.

Same Mistake

Trial and error

the way i learned to live

being gentle, being kind

giving all that i can give

Giving my best, giving my worse

but didn't gave myself at all

to someone who didn't knew me

who would have sold me at the mall

But still i didn't learn

how to live properly

and so my life is still the mess

that it always used to be

Because there's always that special moment

when i forget how to pretend

and as i start to let my armor down

i make the same mistake again.

The End Of Every Story

Wasn't it a good start

i was here and you were there

far apart, but still so close

bounded by the love we share

The writer keeps on working

on his wood desk he bends

and thinks earnestly

how to write both of our ends

And so we have reached now

the end of every story

that always starts in dispair

and ends up with glory.

The Box

What i keep inside my box

is just for me to know

however, i don't even know

how to open it

Inside my box i believe there are

lots of things that i can only guess about

i believe there are pain, hurt, happiness

the last one is lost between the other two

Every man has his own box

a box they like to call "heart"

our very own boxes

for which none of us have the key

So we search for someone to open it,

to unleash all that's inside of it,

to make us feel proud of opening it,

to make us capable of letting go of it

Because all that's kept inside a box gets old,

gets dirty,

gets useless,

and so are our hearts

My Walls Fell Down

My walls fell down

no boundaries, you may come

my enemies, your home shall never be here

i welcome you, my love, enter 

enter and end this slaughter

My walls fell down

still i breath

not because i am immortal

i wasn´t living after all

untill you came

My walls fell down

i will build new ones

to conceal the Sun

you are my Sun from now on

inside my imaginary walls

Blind me to the World

and make me see green fields

where the Sun always shines

in reflections of love and despair

that rest in me right now

alongside sweet memories of the times

when my walls weren't needed.

You, My Disguised Devil

Another messiah, another liar

another one who came and go

in my mind it was yesterday

in my heart it was years ago

Sold me the poison apple

that i bited so fiercely

now you have what you want

you have the best part of me

I will carry on

seeking my own salvation

but no longer in your own cult

i'd rather live in damnation.

Black Is The Colour

Black is the colour

of my true love's eyes

that are slowly showing me

little glimpses of paradise

Black is the colour

of my true love's lips

while touched by the coal

that's alive in my fingertips

Black is the colour

of my true love's hair

that keeps on floating fast

with the cold night's air

Black is the colour

of all that i see

and i'm glad i have my true love

to watch all of this with me.

Across The Distance

Make me an alpinist

so i can climb your ivory tower

a tower made of differences, feelings

all so different like every flower

Every difference makes us unique

they're made of the obstacles that we've been through

they made you my favorite nightmare

my favorite dream that i can't wake from

The distance made us fall

the distance made us felt

something impossible so true

something untrue but so real.

The Mirror Of Deceiving Thoughts

I look at you to tell me something has changed

Something that's worth looking at

i still see the lies, the mistakes

they all seem to be a good start

You're still there

everyday,

everywhere,

to remind me of the things i've done

the kind of things that can't be undone

You are my mirror of deceiving thoughts

to where i look at everyday

but stil, nothing has changed

but still, the beast still reamins

But then i remind myself

that i live in a house of mirrors

and there's always another one for me to look at

another chance to be whatever i want to be.

As The River Of Time Flows Endlessly

As the river of time flows endlessly

through the valleys of my conscience

what kind of landscape will be after the next curve

it will take some time for my waters to rise above the tide

and maybe get stuck in some place ediounds.

The worst polution lays there

the polution of bad thoughts, the polution of bad people

the polution of the man himself

who can get rid of himself easily?

It takes a little time for its waters to purify

to flow again

to find their way to the outfall

the outfall where all waters collide

where all thoughts encounter each other

where all ideas begin somehow.

Let's Watch The City Burn

Let's watch the city burn together

as we see the skyscrapers fall apart

let's watch them burn slowly

illuminated by a fire star

Megalomaniac buildings

how grandly they fall

how grandly are we watching them

seeing ourselves in every piece of concrete that falls near us

Little pieces of bricks that crash at every second

little pieces of ourselves crash even louder

how sweet is the destruction for us

for those who seek the hardest path to salvation

There must be some heavenly rain

that comes down from up above, somehow

that washes both city and people

after it's all burned out.