Posts tagged “time

Scarlet Dream

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(Flickr – Red Heart by Rune T)

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Fields of waterfalls require faith.
Yet, I don’t fear crossings.
I believe in your embrace!
And time is our gift.

We were before the winds essence.
On such veil remains the comet’s core.
If a journey is a condition
I’ll inscribe all the steps until the end.

Every rebirth demands memory.
And I weave the shroud of red stones
into thin moonlight petals
yearning the kisses that fulfil your heart.

Myths of lust stay at bay
as I chase the twilight centaur,
hoping to deserve wisdom words
and return to the pleasure of your curves

My dream?
The scarlet thing in you is my dream.

 

in SubstanceS


Redenção / Redemption

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Podes dar-me a mão,
deixar-me chorar,
abraçar-me em silêncio.

Mas, sem revelar as minhas fraquezas,
morrerei em desgraça.

 

 

You may give me your hand,
let me cry,
embrace me in silence.

But, without revealing my weaknesses,
I’ll die in disgrace.

in Espasmos


Destino(s)

Do you believe in destiny ?

Há linhas destinadas a reencontrarem-se.

O que está por escrever,
é a decisão do momento.

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There are lines destined for reencounter.

What is unwritten,
is the decision of the moment.

in Livro dos Pensares e das Tormentas, 153, 5 de Julho de 1998


Brevidade / Briefness

open arms, originally uploaded by xgray.

 

a metodologia profana é o desvendar dos dedos.
frágil meio que versa a comunhão do Ser
sem perceber que a coexistência
é um labirinto de vaidades rendilhadas,
albergando breves compassos
plenos de momentos individualizados.

vozes são erigidas diariamente para a subsistência das duas esculturas,
mas é semanalmente que se contraem os voos.

planicies são ilusão.
não há cornucópias na dobra do horizonte.
e, no regaço do declive, os estios serão sempre sazonais.

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the profane methodology is the unveiling of fingers.
frail medium about the fellowship of being
unaware that coexistence is a maze of laced vanities,
harboring brief compasses
filled with individual moments.

daily voices are raised to the livelihoods of the two sculptures,
but it’s weekly that flights are constricted.

plains are illusions.
there’re no cornucopias on the horizon bends.
and, in the slope’s lap, summers will always be seasonal.


Night wishes / Desejos nocturnos


Night @ SeaSide, originally uploaded by ristozz.

 

night wishes that torment me
do not make hopeful days.

wishes! nevertheless.
wishes for recognition,
… for freedom and daring voice.

as in me sound is constant,
cradle of clouds, needed thunder
for the claim of my human condition.

but, coming from time, the horizon question
when thou shalt be whole?
when thou shalt be uno?

if you want to know the difference
dark days are mandatory.
no switch can be touched
only a journey must be fullfilled

and I finally realize:
I am my fate’s creator.
only I can be change.

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desejos nocturnos que me atormentam
não fazem dias esperançosos.

desejos, no entanto!
desejos de reconhecimento,
… de liberdade e voz audaz

porque me mim o som é constante,
berço das nuvens, trovão necessário,
para a afirmação da condição humana.

vinda do tempo,
a voz do horizonte pergunta:
quando serás inteiro?
quando serás uno?

se queres conhecer a diferença
dias escuros são obrigatórios.
nenhum atalho pode haver.
apenas a viagem deve ser preenchida!

e finalmente compreendo:
crio o meu destino
só eu posso ser mudança.

 

in Substance(S)


Passages


blue door, originally uploaded by Zé Eduardo….

 

new doors are born every day.
quiet, awaiting the fingertips grasp.

but inside us, blood is old.
only wind has permission to rejuvenate it.

the way to the darkness core is changing!
wind is time between doors
and doors must be shut.

that’s the essence of rebirth!

existence is an opening movement
that lingers in relativity.

back?
none will return.

in Substance(S)

 


Absence

 
Earth, originally uploaded by Britt601.

 

No supervision will rise again!
Except the Sun.
                                 Until next night.

Is light concrete
or mere rotation achievement?

Does the sky really change?

Beyond the edge
dark matter rules.
We are a sheer blue dot
surrounded by the vastness of evolution.

If we consider everything
                                                        where’s our significance?

Complete
circumstantial absence
                                                    within existence.

 

in Substance(S)


Look at … within

Look at the immense
                                            gap ahead.

Am I lost in the divine?

Belonging to this void
or dreaming in another place?

Look at the fractures
                                            of time.

There’s no continuum.
Where have gone the eras and all past life’s?

Look at the consequence
                                                 of being,
                                                 earthly essence.

Did you found your awareness?

Look at …
               … the reverse mirror within.

Are you real emptiness?

 

in Substance(S)


In between

Lunar Eclipse, upload feito originalmente por Dim Horizon Studio.

 

In between moments
or choices,
I remain quiet,
awaiting the silence
                                                                 of existence.

But we’re born
before the winds of time.
Nothing blows.
Everything is
                                                              unwillingly.

In between moments
or choices …
                                … of life.

 

in Substance(S)

 


Meditação sobre a Morte / Meditation on Death (IV)


Storm, originally uploaded by risquillo.

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Quando uma vida acaba, a dor é inevitável.
No entanto,
as lágrimas são o orvalho do futuro e a lembrança é o sal da vida.

Embora um pouco mais sozinhos, continuaremos.
É assim que homenageamos os mortos e nos unimos mais aos vivos.

Não há morte. Apenas memórias!

O amor manterá o calor da presença,
dentro e entre nós.

When a life ends, grief is inevitable.
Yet,
tears are the dew of the future and remembrance is the salt of life.

Although a little more alone, we will continue.
This is how we honor the dead and unite ourselves more with the living.

There is no death. Only memories!

Love will maintain the warmth of their presence
within and amongst us.

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