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sábado, 30 de junho de 2012

' Deve ser o último tempo '



' Deve ser o último tempo '

Deve ser o último tempo
A chuva definitiva sobre o último animal nos pastos
O cadáver onde a aranha decide o círculo.
Deve ser o último degrau na escada de Jacob
E o último sonho nele
Deve ser-lhe a última dor no quadril.
Deve ser o mendigo à minha porta
E a casa posta à venda.
Devo ser o chão que me recebe
E a árvore que me planta.
Em silêncio e devagar no escuro
Deve ser a véspera. Devo ser o sal
Voltado para trás.
Ou a pergunta na hora de partir.

Daniel Faria, Explicação das Árvores e de Outros Animais(1998)







domingo, 25 de março de 2012

Samsara

Samsara




Acabei de sonhar contigo
Deitada, as mãos ensanguentadas
Junto a ti, coroas de flores e esmeraldas
Um punhal sobre o teu peito
Uma rosa vermelha na mão direita
O teu rosto pálido, a pele macia

Sussurravas o meu  nome
E um corvo poisava no teu ombro
Era noite e a chuva caía, lentamente...
Os teus olhos azul turquesa
Fixavam-me, incessantemente

Olho em redor e penso:
Este mundo já não te pertence
Um último olhar, um último gesto
Uma última palavra
A vida escapa-te

Tudo é breve, fugaz, impermanente
A roda da vida gira sem parar
Diz adeus e parte, sem nada a proclamar

Tudo volta à sua origem
Qual gota de água
Num longínquo mar

N. Afonso, 24.03.2012




sexta-feira, 16 de março de 2012

Kali Yuga

Kali Yuga


Thousands of years ago were written
Proper words in the sacred texts
But mankind has long forgiven
Many of them will find no rest

This age of lies and deception
Will unleash so much agression
A Golden Era once has lasted
And will return when Kali is gone

Do not fear when the end is near
Because every end is a new beginning

N. Afonso, 25.11.2011


domingo, 4 de março de 2012

A world dead and gone

                                                           A world dead and gone
And she started laughing
Long before you were born
Her pristine eyes staring at me
We walked away, we were free

We travelled so far
Through life and death
Just like a shooting star
Taking a deep breath

This world was burning
When we came home
Not scared at all we threw a stone
To a declining idol once so strong

It was hard to beat
But now is dead and gone
A corrupt system that we won't miss
Time to stand up, give me a kiss

The future is ours, don't step aside
Our best days are coming, keep that in mind

N. Afonso, 28.02.2012








quinta-feira, 1 de março de 2012

Sat upon a tree

Sat upon a tree


Look at those little coloured birds
Over the branches they sing and fly
You should learn to listen to the old ones
When they speak their words are wise

Forget the gossip of this world
If you do that many problems will not arise
Stop and listen: worthy words are not to spare
All those tricky voices you shall ignore

Life goes on, whether you like it or not
Like a chain of lies not left behind
Or rotten corpses that smell so bad
A misguided man can harm you of death

N. Afonso, 10.01.2012






sexta-feira, 24 de fevereiro de 2012

Marble flowers

Marble flowers                                                                  

These flowers behind the wall
Tell stories not heard at all
Of marble and blood are made
With yearning your peace i gave

Destroy the fears you create
Release yourself from this jail
Raise your hands to the sky
When you die no one will cry

N. Afonso, 25.11.2011





quarta-feira, 15 de fevereiro de 2012

Unfinished journey

                                                            Unfinished journey

Close the doors in your darkest room
Open your eyes when the stars gloom
Put on your best pair of boots
And climb up to the highest mountains

Stay there for a while and just be silent
Or you can drink some water in the purest fountains
Cross those dusty roads into the valley
Oh! What a relief when around the fire

Life is so brief, death you shall embrace
Your work is not finished, do not sleep
If you fail to do it will anybody weep?

N. Afonso, 13.12.2011







quinta-feira, 9 de fevereiro de 2012

Overcome

                                                                     Overcome

Freeze- Just like a block of ice
Melt- In the depths of earth
Burn- In the flames of truth
Understand- You've lost your youth
Crawl- It doesn't feel that nice
Crush- Feel the power inside
Love- No strength is enough
Resist- Your struggle is mine
Conquer- And the rest will be fine


N.Afonso, 25.11.2011


domingo, 5 de fevereiro de 2012

The truth lies above

The truth lies above

See those swans so quiet in the lake
If we wanted to put an end to this world
What would it take?

Has a flower the power of a bomb?
Or is a pen so strong as a sword?
Be aware, is this life unfair?

Do not discuss when there is no reason
Truth and loyalty above all things
Bravery and honour when the rooster sings
Don't lose yourself in dreadful dreams

N.Afonso, 13.12.2011





terça-feira, 31 de janeiro de 2012

Mishima

 Mishima

Foi mestre na arte da espada
Superior na arte da escrita
A um samurai não resta nada
Excepto a honra que ainda exista

Fiel ao dever até ao fim
Sem temor a morte fita
E quando a hora chega
Inexorável, a espada pronta

Seppuku, o ritual final
Japão, nestes tempos não tiveste igual
A Mishima, herói
Da terra do sol nascente

N.Afonso, 30.01.2012



domingo, 29 de janeiro de 2012

Aurora da Revolução


Aurora da Revolução

Porta-voz de mensagens esquecidas
Bardo de versos de outrora
Mensageiro de sabedorias idas
Navegante de águas sem hora

Ergue-te da noite dos tempos
Em páginas de mudas vitórias
Fala aos ouvidos despertos
E acorda os que dormem sem memórias

Na luz do dia, finda esta agonia,
Caminha e vai, já é tempo,
Por entre as gentes sem demora
Celebrar o nascer de um novo dia
Revolução! O amanhã começa agora.

N.Afonso, 29.01.2012





Our long way home

Our long way home


Would you wear a mask
For reasons unknown
And would you become the past
Of the people below?

If i tell you a secret
Of the things unseen
Could you keep silent
Until the truth comes clean?

Our long way home
Begins where we are
Our journey foretold
Through vast deserts so far

These mountains and valleys
So hard to climb and go down
Will we be finished
When wisdom is found?

N.Afonso, 25.11.2011

sábado, 21 de janeiro de 2012

Up in the green hill

Up in the green hill


She gave birth to a child
Far away in the green hill
Blue eyes and no hair, so real

She came down crying outloud
Reached my hand
I heard no sound

We fell asleep until sunrise
We're awake, no surprise
I touch the ground, looking West
Say no words, silence is best

The child is gone and left no trace
Her name was vanity, show no pity
Was dragged to abyss in her city

N.Afonso, 02.12.2011

segunda-feira, 16 de janeiro de 2012

'Do not love too long'

'Sweetheart, do not love too long,
I loved long and long, 
And grew to be out of fashioned
Like an old song.

All troughout the years of our youth
Neither could have known
Their own thought
From the other's,
We were so much at one.

But O,in a minute she changed
O do not love too long,
Or you wiil grow out of fashion
Like an old song.'

William Buttler Yeats,1865-1939







domingo, 15 de janeiro de 2012

Where is Europe?

Europa MMXI

In these days of greed
No honour is allowed
Wake up, Europe, we're your sons
And we are getting drowned

Money and power are their gods
Illusion and lies their allies
Dark clouds in the skies
Are the signs of our times

We shall fight to the end
For Europe we will stand
Beware of their tricks
Pay attention to their lips

Corruption and false words
Are spreading death to our souls

N.Afonso, 09.12.2011




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sexta-feira, 13 de janeiro de 2012

All things shall pass

Prepare yourself before the storm
Throw away all your illusions
Draw paintings with no confusions
Find your way, show no regret
Be truthful and don't forget
That one day all things shall pass

N.A.-22.11.2011

quarta-feira, 11 de janeiro de 2012

The old oak by the river

The old oak by the river


That old oak by the river
Has seen the sunlight
For too many winters
When spring is coming

 I hear your voice
Calling from above
 I have no choice
A raven flies over me

And i stand still
A nightingale sings
But i feel so ill
Of your golden hair
 I have no trace

I stretch my arms
And i touch your face
As you came down
We heard a man
He had no fear when was shot dead

He had lost himself seeking goods
Early in the morning,
Bringing honey from the woods
He was brave but had no name
No fame is needed when in the grave

N.Afonso (8/12/2011)