tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37132080.post6898092816478603266..comments2023-11-07T20:20:33.591+00:00Comments on Revista Cultura Entre Culturas: "EXCOMMUNICATION"Paulo Borgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481949356711352215noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37132080.post-31758830349380149072011-06-09T07:40:39.981+01:002011-06-09T07:40:39.981+01:00Bom Dia, Leôncio
Estamos então a navegar em "...Bom Dia, Leôncio<br /><br />Estamos então a navegar em "outras" águas? Creio que, todos seremos um "Corsário". Que seja livres no mar profundo ou na Alegria... Este, creio é de George Gordon Lord Byron? Será? "O seu a seu...".<br /><br />AbraçoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37132080.post-90797908978943209892011-06-09T04:24:51.134+01:002011-06-09T04:24:51.134+01:00Over the glad waters of the dark blue sea
Our hear...Over the glad waters of the dark blue sea<br />Our hearts as boundless and our souls as freeLeôncio Orégãohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13770012424962186373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37132080.post-82649744457025685862011-06-08T22:28:22.402+01:002011-06-08T22:28:22.402+01:00Isto é, à banalidade o que é mera banalidade, ao A...Isto é, à banalidade o que é mera banalidade, ao Amor o que é do Amor, que encara a relação entre dois seres não como um fim em si mesmo, mas como uma forma de se alcançar Algo, que só está ao alcance de quem O Possa sentir...é este um dos Amores Camonianos...Isabel Metellohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18069479345961215891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37132080.post-350369796624147012011-06-08T17:26:44.227+01:002011-06-08T17:26:44.227+01:00Fui buscar aqui http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/h/o...Fui buscar aqui http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/h/o/o/hooltfhs.htm este :)<br />"How oft, O Lord, Thy face hath shone<br />On doubting souls whose wills were true!<br />Thou Christ of Cephas and of John,<br />Thou art the Christ of Thomas, too.<br /><br />He loved Thee well, and calmly said<br />“Come, let us go, and die with Him”;<br />Yet when Thine Easter news was spread,<br />’Mid all its light his eyes were dim.<br /><br />His brethren’s word he would not take<br />But craved to touch those hands of Thine:<br />The bruisèd reed Thou didst not break;<br />He saw, and hailed his Lord divine.<br /><br />He saw Thee ris’n; at once he rose<br />To full belief’s unclouded height;<br />And still through his confession flows<br />To Christian souls Thy life and light.<br /><br />O Savior, make Thy presence known<br />To all who doubt Thy Word and Thee;<br />And teach them in that Word alone<br />To find the truth that sets them free.<br /><br />And we who know how true Thou art,<br />And Thee as God and Lord adore,<br />Give us, we pray, a loyal heart,<br />To trust and love Thee more and more."<br /><br />Em termos mais profanos algumas palavras que li lembraram-me estas :) "thy heart will be my soul" :)Isabel Metellohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18069479345961215891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37132080.post-70694236358774560012011-06-08T17:12:47.048+01:002011-06-08T17:12:47.048+01:00Precocemente ascético, também? Ou mal-amado, por s...Precocemente ascético, também? Ou mal-amado, por sua vez?<br />«I loved a woman; there was the story of sex relations, an emotional novelty. They were sex relations and no more. It was pleasure and no more.»Leôncio Orégãohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13770012424962186373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37132080.post-3254262768347259612011-06-07T23:43:04.738+01:002011-06-07T23:43:04.738+01:00Também Poeta...
My soul is like a painted boat
Th...Também Poeta...<br /><br />My soul is like a painted boat<br />That like a sleeping swan doth float<br />Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing<br /><br />Charles Robert Anon<br /><br />Também filósofo... controverso...<br /><br />THE DEATH OF THE TITAN<br />EPICUREAN<br /><br />From night's great womb with pain the horrid morn hao broke,<br />Far o'er the throbbing earth the clattering thunders roar,<br />The Titan wakes at last, his front begrimed with gore,<br />His brutal gasp abrupt uproots the rugged oak.<br />In mortal throes he raves, and with his stertorous croak<br />The birds are struck, the streams with terror dried, the shore<br />Caves into sea, mounts break down to their horrid core,<br />The tottering crags are rent, is rent the cloud’s gray cloak.<br />The lightning shrinks, the seas in roaring clangor splash,<br />The giant sways and now, with sudden thunderous crash,<br />Falls, and the throned stars from glittering seats are torn.<br />He fell; the startl'd earth, with frantic fury stung,<br />Split, burst, and broke; the air with rankling curses rung<br />But in the sky the sun still smiled as in scorn.<br /><br />Também precocemente controverso... <br /><br />EPITAPH OF THE CATHOLIC CHURCH<br /><br />Friends, tread in peace, here lies the devil;<br />The world hath now but little evil.<br /><br />e... Pessoa<br /><br />Genius is a Disease<br /><br />It was kind of disease - a perpetual pining for something which was I felt unobtainable; a longing for something so vague, so indefinably beautiful, that earth could not contain it. Affections, loves, relations of sex - all there seemed to me cold, so cold. Genius is a disease, a glorious disease, but a great one.<br /><br /><br />Abraço, Paulo.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com