Estilo

4 Response to "Estilo"

  1. Digamos que são dois grandes senhores, cada um à sua maneira...
    Leonor, Helena, Bárbara, Dinamene, Catarina e tantas outras mulheres amadas por Camões, certamente não ficariam desiludidas, se tivessem sido cortejadas por E. E. Cummings:

    somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
    any experience,your eyes have their silence:
    in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
    or which i cannot touch because they are too near

    your slightest look easily will unclose me
    though i have closed myself as fingers,
    you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
    (touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose

    or if your wish be to close me,i and
    my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
    as when the heart of this flower imagines
    the snow carefully everywhere descending;

    nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
    the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
    compels me with the color of its countries,
    rendering death and forever with each breathing

    (i do not know what it is about you that closes
    and opens; only something in me understands
    the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
    nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands

    Contudo, prefiro Camões:)

    Unknown says:

    Sabes o que mais gosto do que leio em ti. O modo como colocas as vírgulas nas frases. :-)

    Essa das vírgulas foi a sério ou a brincar?:)

    Unknown says:

    A sério. És meticulosamente deliciosa. :-)

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