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sexta-feira, 22 de setembro de 2017

Poema de Outono / Autumn



Quero apenas cinco coisas…
Primeiro é o amor sem fim
A segunda é ver o outono

A terceira é o grave inverno

Em quarto lugar o verão

A quinta coisa são teus olhos

Não quero dormir sem teus olhos.
Não quero ser… sem que me olhes.
Abro mão da primavera para que continues me olhando.

Pablo Neruda

sexta-feira, 31 de março de 2017

49 sinais de que és viciad@ em leitura/ 49 signs you’re addicted to reading









 Não me identifico com todas mas ainda assim há muitas que me descrevem. :)


1.  People are cool but reading is your preferred social activity.
2. You know what a book hangover is and you have them frequently.
3. You plan whole afternoons around browsing bookstores.
4. If you go too long without buying or reading a book you feel a huge sense of withdrawal and are thinking of the next time you can get away to a bookstore or library.
5. You have trouble functioning at work or school sometimes because you stayed up late reading.
6. You’re constantly sharing your favorite book quotes on social media and have either a Pinterest board or Tumblr dedicated to these quotes.
7. You’re always looking forward to the weekend but mostly because you can’t wait to get 2 whole days for unadulterated alone time with a new book.
8. You carry a book with you at all times because you never know when you’ll have a spare minute to do some extra reading.
9. Your friends and family have stopped asking you what you want for Christmas or birthdays because they know you’ll always say books.
10. You take your book clubs seriously. If you show up and you haven’t read the book? GTFO.
11. When you go out to dinner you find yourself wanting to gush about a book you’re reading and the characters in the story. You’ve been spending so much time with them you feel like they’ve become a part of your life just as much as anyone else.
12. You don’t mind layovers so much because you know it’s a perfect time to get in extra reading.
13. When you travel you always bring as least two books because you’re not sure what kind of mood you’ll be in or what sort of story you’ll feel like reading.
14. And if you don’t have a Kindle you just sort of assume half of your luggage will be all books.
15. When someone talks smack about one of your favorite writers you instantly get defensive and suggest they try reading another work by them.
16. You legitimately don’t understand people who say they don’t read.
17. When the movie version of a book comes out you’ll go see it but you know there isn’t any way the movie could be better than the book.
18. And when you do see the movie you’re appalled at how much of the story they left out.
20. One of your favorite things to do when arriving in a new city is to check out the local bookstores.
21. You actually have a bookstore bucket list of amazing bookstores around the world you absolutely want and need to visit before you die.
22. You’ve stopped lending books to friends because you know they just won’t care for the books in the way they should be cared for.
23. You don’t understand how people can be lonely when they have books.
24. You’ve skipped over entire meals or canceled plans just so you could finish a book.
25. You honestly can’t think of a better way to spend a Sunday than reading a book and drinking coffee or tea.

26. You buy all your friends and family a book for Christmas.
27. You always check out the max amount of books you can at the library and get annoyed when someone asks you if you’ll actually be able to read all of those by the due date. Hello, do you even know me?
28. You have words from your favorite author or book tattooed on your body somewhere.
29. You buy more books even if you have a stack of books that haven’t been read yet.
30. And you feel sort of guilty that you haven’t read those books yet but you will! Someday!
31. Pretty much your entire apartment is filled with stacks of books.
32. You sort of hate when a book is 250 pages or under because you know you’ll just end up reading it within a day or two and will have to find something else to read when it’s finished.
33. But that’s okay because you always have at least a few emergency books you can choose from if you have nothing else to read.
34. Some of your wardrobe choices are influenced by your favorite characters.
35. Or you straight up own t-shirts and sweaters with covers of classic novels.
36. When people can’t find you they just assume you’re at a bookstore.
37. And if you’ve stopped answering texts for the night people know you’re probably just engrossed in a book.
38. Significant others have caught you weeping at 3 a.m. clutching a novel but they’ve learned not to be alarmed by it anymore.
39. You feel legitimate sadness when a book only has a couple chapters left. You don’t want to leave your characters yet.
40. You love seeing people in public with books and you’re always try and catch a peek at the title to see what they’re into.
41. When the ending of a book sucks you feel seriously betrayed by the author. I mean, how could they do this to me?
42. You think the only way you can truly get to know an old, used book is by smelling it. Ahh, old book smell.
43. When you find a used bookstore you get ridiculously excited. The level of excitement can sometimes trump excitement over other awesome things like pizza places, icecream shops, etc. Your enthusiasm for used bookstores knows no bounds.
44. You take it personally when you recommend a book to a friend and 6 months later they still haven’t read it. What are they even waiting for?
45. Or even worse when you buy a book for someone and they don’t read it. How are we supposed to bond over our favorite passages!?
46. You wake up in the morning thinking about the characters in a book and wondering what will happen.
47. You own a variety of different editions of your favorite book. If you see it in a foreign bookstore or with a new cover you can’t help but want it for your collection.
48. You’ve yelled at a book in public.
49. Most of your Instagram photos are of stacks of books next to a cup of coffee. 

Koty Neelis

 Fonte

sexta-feira, 17 de março de 2017

Campo de Ourique vai receber uma Feira do Livro de Poesia. E começa já este fim de semana



"A partir de sexta-feira, o Jardim da Parada, em Campo de Ourique, vai receber uma feira do livro dedicada exclusivamente à poesia. Uma programação complementar promete animar o bairro até 21 de março.

O Jardim da Parada, em Campo de Ourique, vai voltar a receber uma Feira do Livro de Poesia. Organizada pela Casa Fernando Pessoa, juntamente com a Junta de Freguesia de Campo de Ourique e a Livraria Ler, a livraria do bairro, a iniciativa começa já esta sexta-feira e prolonga-se até 21 de março, Dia Mundial da Poesia.

Além da feira propriamente dita, haverá ainda um programa de atividades que inclui leituras de poesia, oficinas para crianças, visitas guiadas (a preço de desconto), passeios pelo bairro e concertos. Segundo um comunicado emitido esta quarta-feira pela Casa Fernando Pessoa, a grande novidade da edição deste ano da Feira do Livro é a presença de vários editores independentes de poesia, com uma representação “bastante exaustiva”.

E como em toda a Feira do Livro que se preze, também não faltarão sessões de autógrafos. No sábado, pelas 16h, passarão pelo Jardim da Parada Matilde Campilho, Cláudia R. Sampaio, Rui Cóias e António Carlos Cortez. Às 17h, estará disponíveis para autógrafos Lília Tavares. No dia 21, terça-feira, às 17h30, será a vez do angolano Ondjaki (que participa esta semana no Festival Literário da Madeira), de António Carlos Cortez e de Fernando Pinto do Amaral.

A Feira do Livro de Poesia de Campo de Ourique será oficialmente inaugurada esta sexta-feira, às 16h, mas estará a funcionar a partir das 12h. O horário de encerramento é às 20h. No sábado, porém, fechará mais tarde (às 22h). O programa completo pode ser consultado aqui".



quarta-feira, 8 de março de 2017

"Era a mulher": um poema de Pedro Homem de Mello


Pelo Dia Internacional da Mulher, 8 de Março, aqui fica um poema e uma pintura.


Gustav Klimt

Aleluia

Era a mulher — a mulher nua e bela,
Sem a impostura inútil do vestido
Era a mulher, cantando ao meu ouvido,
Como se a luz se resumisse nela...

Mulher de seios duros e pequenos
Com uma flor a abrir em cada peito.
Era a mulher com bíblicos acenos
E cada qual para os meus dedos feito.

Era o seu corpo — a sua carne toda.
Era o seu porte, o seu olhar, seus braços:
Luar de noite e manancial de boda,
Boca vermelha de sorrisos lassos.

Era a mulher — a fonte permitida
Por Deus, pelos Poetas, pelo mundo...
Era a mulher e o seu amor fecundo
Dando a nós, homens, o direito à vida! 

Pedro Homem de Mello, in "Miserere" 

quinta-feira, 9 de fevereiro de 2017

"The Ballerina": um poema de Edwina Reizer, ilustrado por Melinda Byers


"Ballet Day Dreams" por Melinda Byers

The Ballerina

The frightened ballerina, 
standing on her toes
stood behind the curtain
in a dainty pose.
Having practiced faithfully
hour after hour,
inside her heart was pounding.
Outside her muscled power
overcame her fear.

The overture now playing,
each note was in her ear.
And as the curtain opened
it took away her fear.
The stage, the lights
became her love.
Each pirouette and leap
took her way above
into a different sphere.

The audience, mesmerized,
intent on every motion,
appreciation on their faces
showed deep emotion.
And as the music ended
she took her final bow.
No longer was
she frightened,
in fact emboldened now.
She knew why she was here.

To dance, to dance
at every given chance.
To hear the applause
and hear them call her name.
And so the ballerina
standing on her toes
so graceful and dainty
is awed as she does hear.
'Bravo, bravo,
bravo, my dear.'

Edwina Reizer (12/22/1937 )

terça-feira, 17 de janeiro de 2017

Poema sobre uma leitora atenta / The attentive reader




A Leitora

Ali está ela, atenta, a leitora.
Mas, repara: lê

como se levitasse.
O escrito pouco importa.

É como se não lesse. Imagine:
uma língua tão estrangeira

que ela não reconhecesse,
não soubesse qual e,

serena, não dá por isso.
Ou mais que:

não lê. Vê
as páginas,

como se da janela
a paisagem

e pousasse os olhos
na orla das páginas

sem saber
onde vão as palavras.

Frui, tão-só,
a pele, o almíscar,

a árvore
que o livro foi um dia.


Eucanaã Ferraz

segunda-feira, 16 de janeiro de 2017

O teu riso num poema / Your laughter in a poem





O teu riso

Tira-me o pão, se quiseres,
tira-me o ar, mas não
me tires o teu riso.


Não me tires a rosa,
a lança que desfolhas,
a água que de súbito
brota da tua alegria,
a repentina onda
de prata que em ti nasce.


A minha luta é dura e regresso
com os olhos cansados
às vezes por ver
que a terra não muda,
mas ao entrar teu riso
sobe ao céu a procurar-me
e abre-me todas
as portas da vida.


Meu amor, nos momentos
mais escuros solta
o teu riso e se de súbito
vires que o meu sangue mancha
as pedras da rua,
ri, porque o teu riso
será para as minhas mãos
como uma espada fresca.


À beira do mar, no outono,
teu riso deve erguer
sua cascata de espuma,
e na primavera, amor,
quero teu riso como
a flor que esperava,
a flor azul, a rosa
da minha pátria sonora.


Ri-te da noite,
do dia, da lua,
ri-te das ruas
tortas da ilha,
ri-te deste grosseiro
rapaz que te ama,
mas quando abro
os olhos e os fecho,
quando meus passos vão,
quando voltam meus passos,
nega-me o pão, o ar,
a luz, a primavera,
mas nunca o teu riso,
porque então morreria.


Pablo Neruda

quinta-feira, 5 de janeiro de 2017

O homem que pensa que consegue.../ "...the man WHO THINKS HE CAN"




"Thinking"  


If you think you are beaten, you are
If you think you dare not, you don't,
If you like to win, but you think you can't
It is almost certain you won't.

If you think you'll lose, you're lost
For out of the world we find,
Success begins with a fellow's will
It's all in the state of mind.

If you think you are outclassed, you are
You've got to think high to rise,
You've got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.

Life's battles don't always go
To the stronger or faster man,
But soon or late the man who wins
Is the man WHO THINKS HE CAN!

Walter D. Wintle

sexta-feira, 16 de dezembro de 2016

Montra de Natal / Window Shopping


Montra de Natal em Baltimore, 1938. 
A. Aubrey Bodine.


Window Shopping

Isn't it great to go window shopping?
I enjoy, looking at everything I see.
No matter what it is, I'm looking at
automatically, I picture it on me.
Every window, has such beautiful
displays. I can't help but stand there
and stare. I just spied this fabulous
red sweater, it was made for me, I'd
swear! Red is one of my favorite
colors, it gives me a special kind of
glow. Whenever I wear it, heads will
turn, so I know. As a matter of fact,
I can wear any color, the exception
being lime green. It's not a flattering
color, so on me, it will never be seen.
There are so many lovely things, to
look at, I could spend hours and never
worry about the time. But the best part
of all, I can shop as long as I like and
never, spend a dime!

Audrey Heller

sexta-feira, 6 de maio de 2016

A magia de abrir um livro / "I Opened a Book"

"The Jungle Book", Christian Schloe


"I Opened a Book"
By Julia Donaldson

I opened a book and in I strode.
Now nobody can find me.
I’ve left my chair, my house, my road,
My town and my world behind me.

I’m wearing the cloak, I’ve slipped on the ring,
I’ve swallowed the magic potion.
I’ve fought with a dragon, dined with a king
And dived in a bottomless ocean.

I opened a book and made some friends.
I shared their tears and laughter
And followed their road with its bumps and bends
To the happily ever after.

I finished my book and out I came.
The cloak can no longer hide me.
My chair and my house are just the same,
But I have a book inside me.

segunda-feira, 15 de fevereiro de 2016

Porque dou comida aos pássaros: um poema / “Why I feed the birds” by Richard Vargas



“Why I feed the birds” by Richard Vargas

Once
i saw my grandmother hold out
her hand cupping a small offering...
of seed to one of the wild sparrows
that frequented the bird bath she
filled with fresh water every day

she stood still
maybe stopped breathing
while the sparrow looked
at her, then the seed
then back as if he was
judging her character
he jumped into her hand
began to eat
she smiled
a woman holding
a small god.

quinta-feira, 17 de setembro de 2015

"Bendito o que semeia livros à mão cheia"




Oh! Bendito o que semeia
Livros à mão cheia
E manda o povo pensar!
O livro, caindo n'alma
É germe – que faz a palma,
É chuva – que faz o mar!

Castro Alves

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