Hello, hello
anybody out there?
'cause I don't hear a sound
alone, alone
I don't really know where the world is but I miss it now
Refrain:
I'm out on the edge and I'm screaming my name
like a fool at the top of my lungs
sometimes when I close my eyes I pretend I'm alright
but it's never enough
cause my echo, echo
is the only voice coming back
my shadow, shadow
is the only friend that I have
Verse 2:
listen, listen
I would take a whisper if
that's all you have to give
but it isn't, isn't
you could come and save me
try to chase it crazy right out of my head
Refrain:
I'm out on the edge and I'm screaming my name
like a fool at the top of my lungs
sometimes when I close my eyes I pretend I'm alright
but it's never enough
cause my echo, echo
is the only voice coming back
my shadow, shadow
is the only friend that I have
Bridge:
I don't wanna be down and
I just wanna feel alive and
get to see your face again but 'til then
Just my echo, my shadow
youre my only friend
Refrain:
I'm out on the edge and I'm screaming my name
like a fool at the top of my lungs
sometimes when I close my eyes I pretend I'm alright
but it's never enough
cause my echo, echo
oh my shadow, shadow
Hello, hello
anybody out there?
03 outubro 2011
18 maio 2011
Dizemos constantemente que a vida é curta e que temos que aproveitar o melhor que ela nos dá!
Dizemos muitas vezes que a vida é difícil e que fazemos o melhor que conseguimos!
Dizemos muitas vezes que temos que viver o agora porque o amanhã pode não estar lá para nós...
Dizemos muitas e muitas vezes muita merda... é o que é! Verdade pura e dura é esta! Só dizemos merda!
Se andamos sempre a enganar-nos a nós próprios, se de facto achamos que o aproveitar a vida é divertirmo-nos com "sangue no álcool" até não poder mais e literalmente cair p'ró lado... se achamos que aproveitar a vida é fecharmo-nos num quarto e fazer uma maratona sexual com a pessoa que dizemos amar hoje e odiar amanhã... se achamos verdadeiramente que aproveitar a vida é conhecer todo o Mundo, menos a nós próprios... se achamos que aproveitar a vida é ficar horas e horas sem fazer nada porque merecemos "um tempo para nós".... se achamos isto e achamos aquilo e ainda mais aquilo disto, passamos ao lado da vida por tanto achar e nada encontrar!
E é isto a vida... é dizer merda, só porque sim, é achar isto e aquilo e fazer o que quer que seja ou então não fazer nada; é amar hoje e odiar amanhã que depois se torna no odiar hoje e amar amanhã...
Resumindo... a vida é não fazer a puta da mínima ideia do que ela de facto é!
Yup, that's life! Get used to it!!!
Dizemos muitas vezes que a vida é difícil e que fazemos o melhor que conseguimos!
Dizemos muitas vezes que temos que viver o agora porque o amanhã pode não estar lá para nós...
Dizemos muitas e muitas vezes muita merda... é o que é! Verdade pura e dura é esta! Só dizemos merda!
Se andamos sempre a enganar-nos a nós próprios, se de facto achamos que o aproveitar a vida é divertirmo-nos com "sangue no álcool" até não poder mais e literalmente cair p'ró lado... se achamos que aproveitar a vida é fecharmo-nos num quarto e fazer uma maratona sexual com a pessoa que dizemos amar hoje e odiar amanhã... se achamos verdadeiramente que aproveitar a vida é conhecer todo o Mundo, menos a nós próprios... se achamos que aproveitar a vida é ficar horas e horas sem fazer nada porque merecemos "um tempo para nós".... se achamos isto e achamos aquilo e ainda mais aquilo disto, passamos ao lado da vida por tanto achar e nada encontrar!
E é isto a vida... é dizer merda, só porque sim, é achar isto e aquilo e fazer o que quer que seja ou então não fazer nada; é amar hoje e odiar amanhã que depois se torna no odiar hoje e amar amanhã...
Resumindo... a vida é não fazer a puta da mínima ideia do que ela de facto é!
Yup, that's life! Get used to it!!!
15 abril 2011
Trapt - Stories
I found a line and then it grew
I found myself still thinking of you
I felt so empty and now I'm fine
But still it's burning, when will you be mine?
[Chorus:]
Too much of the same stories in our lives
I think it's time for change, don't you?
Too much of the same stories in our lives
(I think it's time for us to walk away from here)
Stories in our lives, we keep them all inside [x2]
Look at me still in your mind
Our memories so intertwined
Well you broke through and found your way
And so did I no need to stay
The same old picture, tried and true
Been through there, let's look for something new
Too much of the same stories in our lives
I think it's time for change, don't you?
Too much of the same stories in our lives
(I think it's time for us to walk away from here)
[Chorus]
Do you remember lying on the beach so late at night
Do you remember running through the sprinklers that night
Do you remember all the songs that I have wrote for you,
All the songs that I have wrote for you
(For you)
I remember,the way you made me feel when I was with you
I remember,the smile that always brought me back to you
That look in your eyes, I never thought that this could be untrue [x2]
(Untrue
Do do da da
do do da da
do do da da
do do da da
do yeah yeah yeah)
[Chorus]
Too much of the same stories in our lives
I think it's time for change, don't you?
Too much of the same stories in our lives
(I think it's time for us to walk away from here)
I found myself still thinking of you
I felt so empty and now I'm fine
But still it's burning, when will you be mine?
[Chorus:]
Too much of the same stories in our lives
I think it's time for change, don't you?
Too much of the same stories in our lives
(I think it's time for us to walk away from here)
Stories in our lives, we keep them all inside [x2]
Look at me still in your mind
Our memories so intertwined
Well you broke through and found your way
And so did I no need to stay
The same old picture, tried and true
Been through there, let's look for something new
Too much of the same stories in our lives
I think it's time for change, don't you?
Too much of the same stories in our lives
(I think it's time for us to walk away from here)
[Chorus]
Do you remember lying on the beach so late at night
Do you remember running through the sprinklers that night
Do you remember all the songs that I have wrote for you,
All the songs that I have wrote for you
(For you)
I remember,the way you made me feel when I was with you
I remember,the smile that always brought me back to you
That look in your eyes, I never thought that this could be untrue [x2]
(Untrue
Do do da da
do do da da
do do da da
do do da da
do yeah yeah yeah)
[Chorus]
Too much of the same stories in our lives
I think it's time for change, don't you?
Too much of the same stories in our lives
(I think it's time for us to walk away from here)
11 abril 2011
Incubus - I miss You
To see you when I wake up
Is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fold, Utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said "I miss you"?
I see your picture.
I smell your skin on
The empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days,
But already I'm wasting away.
I know I'll see you again
Whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care,
And I miss you.
Is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fold, Utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said "I miss you"?
I see your picture.
I smell your skin on
The empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days,
But already I'm wasting away.
I know I'll see you again
Whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care,
And I miss you.
04 abril 2011
Running on sunshine
Girl, you got me tripping on sunshine
God knows you just made my day
Since you came around
I just can't slow down
I wanna see you walkin' my way
Girl you got me thinking 'bout diamonds
And getting down on one knee, maybe two
People may stop and stare
But I don't even care
Just as long as I'm with you
You got me running on sunshine
Ain't no clouds getting in my way
I must be running on sunshine
Ain't no rain getting in my way
Girl you got me actin' real crazy
Chasin' tail like some old dog
Oh, I got this rocket
In my front left pocket
Ready to explode like a bomb
Something tells me your name is Lucy
'Cause everything keeps shaking around
We can comp a room
Make these walls go boom
We can do this right here and now, now, now
Running on sunshine
Ain't no clouds getting in my way
I must be running on sunshine
Ain't no rain getting in my way
Hey, just get over yourself
This ain't to good for your health
Hey, just get over yourself
Hey, just get over yourself
This ain't to good for your health
Hey, just get over yourself, self (x8)
Girl, you got me tripping on sunshine
God knows you just made my day
Since you came around
I just can't slow down
I wanna see you walkin' my way
Girl you got me thinking 'bout diamonds
And getting down on one knee, maybe two
People may stop and stare
But I don't even care
Just as long as I'm with you
You got me running on sunshine
Ain't no clouds getting in my way
I must be running on sunshine
Ain't no rain getting in my way
You got me running on sunshine
Ain't no clouds getting in my way
I must be running on sunshine
Ain't no rain getting in my way
No doubt
(You got me)
No doubt about it
(Tripping in the sunshine)
And there ain't no clouds in my sky
God knows you just made my day
Since you came around
I just can't slow down
I wanna see you walkin' my way
Girl you got me thinking 'bout diamonds
And getting down on one knee, maybe two
People may stop and stare
But I don't even care
Just as long as I'm with you
You got me running on sunshine
Ain't no clouds getting in my way
I must be running on sunshine
Ain't no rain getting in my way
Girl you got me actin' real crazy
Chasin' tail like some old dog
Oh, I got this rocket
In my front left pocket
Ready to explode like a bomb
Something tells me your name is Lucy
'Cause everything keeps shaking around
We can comp a room
Make these walls go boom
We can do this right here and now, now, now
Running on sunshine
Ain't no clouds getting in my way
I must be running on sunshine
Ain't no rain getting in my way
Hey, just get over yourself
This ain't to good for your health
Hey, just get over yourself
Hey, just get over yourself
This ain't to good for your health
Hey, just get over yourself, self (x8)
Girl, you got me tripping on sunshine
God knows you just made my day
Since you came around
I just can't slow down
I wanna see you walkin' my way
Girl you got me thinking 'bout diamonds
And getting down on one knee, maybe two
People may stop and stare
But I don't even care
Just as long as I'm with you
You got me running on sunshine
Ain't no clouds getting in my way
I must be running on sunshine
Ain't no rain getting in my way
You got me running on sunshine
Ain't no clouds getting in my way
I must be running on sunshine
Ain't no rain getting in my way
No doubt
(You got me)
No doubt about it
(Tripping in the sunshine)
And there ain't no clouds in my sky
Adele - Someone Like you
I heard that you're settled down,
That you found a girl and you're married now,
I heard that your dreams came true,
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you,
Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light,
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it,
I had hoped you'd see my face,
And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over,
Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead, yeah,
You know how the time flies,
Only yesterday was the time of our lives,
We were born and raised in a summer haze,
Bound by the surprise of our glory days,
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it,
I had hoped you'd see my face,
And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over,
Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Nothing compares,
No worries or cares,
Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made,
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?
Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead.
That you found a girl and you're married now,
I heard that your dreams came true,
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you,
Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light,
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it,
I had hoped you'd see my face,
And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over,
Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead, yeah,
You know how the time flies,
Only yesterday was the time of our lives,
We were born and raised in a summer haze,
Bound by the surprise of our glory days,
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it,
I had hoped you'd see my face,
And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over,
Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Nothing compares,
No worries or cares,
Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made,
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?
Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead.
30 março 2011
Everlong
hello
I've waited here for you
everlong
tonight I throw myself into
and out of the red
out of her head she sang
come down
and waste away with me
down with me
slow how
you wanted it to be
I'm over my head
out of her head she sang
and I wonder
when I sing along with you
if everything could ever feel this real forever
if anything could ever be this good again
the only thing I'll ever ask of you
you've got to promise not to stop when I say when
she sang
breathe out so I can breathe you in
hold you in
and now I know you've always been
out of your head
out of my head
I sang
and I wonder
when I sing along with you
if everything could ever feel this real forever
if anything could ever be this good again
the only thing I'll ever ask of you
you've got to promise not to stop when I say when
she sang
and I wonder
when I sing along with you
if everything could ever feel this real forever
if anything could ever be this good again
the only thing I'll ever ask of you
you've got to promise not to stop when I say when
I've waited here for you
everlong
tonight I throw myself into
and out of the red
out of her head she sang
come down
and waste away with me
down with me
slow how
you wanted it to be
I'm over my head
out of her head she sang
and I wonder
when I sing along with you
if everything could ever feel this real forever
if anything could ever be this good again
the only thing I'll ever ask of you
you've got to promise not to stop when I say when
she sang
breathe out so I can breathe you in
hold you in
and now I know you've always been
out of your head
out of my head
I sang
and I wonder
when I sing along with you
if everything could ever feel this real forever
if anything could ever be this good again
the only thing I'll ever ask of you
you've got to promise not to stop when I say when
she sang
and I wonder
when I sing along with you
if everything could ever feel this real forever
if anything could ever be this good again
the only thing I'll ever ask of you
you've got to promise not to stop when I say when
27 março 2011
Phoenix
"1901"
Counting all different ideas drifting away
Past and present they don’t matter
Now the future’s sorted out
Watch her moving in elliptical patterns
Think it’s not what you say
What you say is way too complicated
For a minute thought I couldn’t tell how to fall out
It’s twenty seconds till the last call
You’re going hey hey hey hey hey hey
Lie down you know it’s easy
Like we did it over summer long
And I’ll be anything you ask and more
You’re going hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
It’s not a miracle we needed
No I wouldn’t let you think so
Fallen, Fallen, fallen, Fallen
Fallen, Fallen, Fallen, fallen
Girlfriend, oh your girlfriend is drifting away
Past and present 1855 -1901
Watch them built up a material tower
Think it’s not gonna stay anyway
Think it’s overrated
For a minute thought I couldn’t tell how to fall out
It’s twenty seconds till the last call
You’re going hey hey hey hey hey hey
Lie down you know it’s easy
Like we did it over summer long
And I’ll be anything you ask and more
You’re going hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
It’s not a miracle we needed
No I wouldn’t let you think so
Fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen
Fallen, Fallen, Fallen, Fallen
Fallen, Fallen, Fallen, Fallen
Fallen, Fallen, Fallen, Fallen
Counting all different ideas drifting away
Past and present they don’t matter
Now the future’s sorted out
Watch her moving in elliptical patterns
Think it’s not what you say
What you say is way too complicated
For a minute thought I couldn’t tell how to fall out
It’s twenty seconds till the last call
You’re going hey hey hey hey hey hey
Lie down you know it’s easy
Like we did it over summer long
And I’ll be anything you ask and more
You’re going hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
It’s not a miracle we needed
No I wouldn’t let you think so
Fallen, Fallen, fallen, Fallen
Fallen, Fallen, Fallen, fallen
Girlfriend, oh your girlfriend is drifting away
Past and present 1855 -1901
Watch them built up a material tower
Think it’s not gonna stay anyway
Think it’s overrated
For a minute thought I couldn’t tell how to fall out
It’s twenty seconds till the last call
You’re going hey hey hey hey hey hey
Lie down you know it’s easy
Like we did it over summer long
And I’ll be anything you ask and more
You’re going hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
It’s not a miracle we needed
No I wouldn’t let you think so
Fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen
Fallen, Fallen, Fallen, Fallen
Fallen, Fallen, Fallen, Fallen
Fallen, Fallen, Fallen, Fallen
23 março 2011
Mumford and Sons
White blank page
Can you lie next to her and give her your heart, your heart?
As well as your body, and can you lie next to her and confess your love, your love?
As well as your folly and can you kneel before the king and say ‘I’m clean’, ‘I’m Clean’?
But tell me now where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart?
oh tell me now where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart?
Her white blank page and a swelling rage, rage
You did not think when you sent me to the brink, to the brink
You desired my attention but denied my affections, affections
oh tell me now where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart.
oh tell me now where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart
AhhhAhh(s)
Lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life
Can you lie next to her and give her your heart, your heart?
As well as your body, and can you lie next to her and confess your love, your love?
As well as your folly and can you kneel before the king and say ‘I’m clean’, ‘I’m Clean’?
But tell me now where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart?
oh tell me now where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart?
Her white blank page and a swelling rage, rage
You did not think when you sent me to the brink, to the brink
You desired my attention but denied my affections, affections
oh tell me now where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart.
oh tell me now where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart
AhhhAhh(s)
Lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life
09 março 2011
Love and other Drugs
"Sometimes, the things you most want, that never happen.
And sometimes it happens the one you never expected.
...
You meet thousands of people ... and none of them really touches you. And then you meet a person ... and your life has changed.
Forever."
That's so true!
You came out of nowhere... and suddenly my life is changed... I'm changed... I'm in love!
We have our ups and downs, but when I see your smile... when I feel your touch... when I kiss your lips... I feel the luckiest and the happier woman in the all world!
I love the way I feel around you...
I love the way you make me feel...
I love the way I make you feel...
And I love you... I really do!
And sometimes it happens the one you never expected.
...
You meet thousands of people ... and none of them really touches you. And then you meet a person ... and your life has changed.
Forever."
That's so true!
You came out of nowhere... and suddenly my life is changed... I'm changed... I'm in love!
We have our ups and downs, but when I see your smile... when I feel your touch... when I kiss your lips... I feel the luckiest and the happier woman in the all world!
I love the way I feel around you...
I love the way you make me feel...
I love the way I make you feel...
And I love you... I really do!
08 março 2011
é impressionante o que é hoje em dia O dia da mulher... por todo o lado só se vêem coisas do género "Hoje é o seu dia, venha fazer uma massagem facial por apenas X€", "Hoje é o dia de sair e deixar o homem em casa"...
CHEGA!
Estou farta da sociedade de hoje que só se centra na aparência, estou cansada de mulheres que se tratam a elas próprias como objectos... que passam por cima da sua vontade para agradar ao "seu homem"...
O Mundo está cada vez mais doente!
CHEGA!
Estou farta da sociedade de hoje que só se centra na aparência, estou cansada de mulheres que se tratam a elas próprias como objectos... que passam por cima da sua vontade para agradar ao "seu homem"...
O Mundo está cada vez mais doente!
P.O.D - It Can't Rain Everyday
This little one tries as hard as she can
Do anything just so she could fit in
She wants a friend so bad she'll do whatever they tell her
To make them smile she would misbehave
But all the while they would laugh in her face
She begins to cry because she thought that they liked her
Even though you feel all alone
It can't rain everyday
It don't rain forever
Your sunshine may be gone but I know
It can't rain everyday
It don't rain forever
He works hard everyday of his life
For his son on the way and his beautiful wife
But today he got a call from his job they got something to tell him.
They laid him off now he's out on the streets
He's got to do what it takes so his family can eat
He can't even look at his wife because he feels like he failed them
[chorus]
Reign down! reign down! reign down! so let it reign down!
Reign down! reign down! reign down on me now!
A young lady's been lost for awhile
But that's ok now she's having a child
She finally got what she wants. she's got someone who loves her
But this morning she woke up in pain.
Nobody had to tell her because she knew right away
So she started to cry because she won't be a mother.
[chorus]
Reign down! reign down! reign down!
Reign down! reign down! reign down! reign down on me!
Do anything just so she could fit in
She wants a friend so bad she'll do whatever they tell her
To make them smile she would misbehave
But all the while they would laugh in her face
She begins to cry because she thought that they liked her
Even though you feel all alone
It can't rain everyday
It don't rain forever
Your sunshine may be gone but I know
It can't rain everyday
It don't rain forever
He works hard everyday of his life
For his son on the way and his beautiful wife
But today he got a call from his job they got something to tell him.
They laid him off now he's out on the streets
He's got to do what it takes so his family can eat
He can't even look at his wife because he feels like he failed them
[chorus]
Reign down! reign down! reign down! so let it reign down!
Reign down! reign down! reign down on me now!
A young lady's been lost for awhile
But that's ok now she's having a child
She finally got what she wants. she's got someone who loves her
But this morning she woke up in pain.
Nobody had to tell her because she knew right away
So she started to cry because she won't be a mother.
[chorus]
Reign down! reign down! reign down!
Reign down! reign down! reign down! reign down on me!
01 março 2011
Quite touched indeed
No matter who I'm with....
No matter how old I am... I'll always feel like there's something missing... something's wrong...
I feel like.... like I don't even belong here... anywhere...
"I, I looked into your eyes and saw
a world that does not exist
I looked into your eyes and saw
a world I wish I was in"
(Touched V.A.S.T)
No matter how old I am... I'll always feel like there's something missing... something's wrong...
I feel like.... like I don't even belong here... anywhere...
"I, I looked into your eyes and saw
a world that does not exist
I looked into your eyes and saw
a world I wish I was in"
(Touched V.A.S.T)
17 fevereiro 2011
Receio
Tenho receio...
Receio de ser uma distracção passageira que veio apenas curar mazelas;
Receio que um dia vejas o que, agora, te passa à frente dos olhos e te parece indiferente...
Receio de vir a ser uma pedra no sapato que mais tarde ou mais cedo vai sair, quando estiver a magoar tanto que não se aguente mais a dor.
Tenho receio... tenho receio do Mundo; tenho receio de te perder e de me perder em ti!
Receio de ser uma distracção passageira que veio apenas curar mazelas;
Receio que um dia vejas o que, agora, te passa à frente dos olhos e te parece indiferente...
Receio de vir a ser uma pedra no sapato que mais tarde ou mais cedo vai sair, quando estiver a magoar tanto que não se aguente mais a dor.
Tenho receio... tenho receio do Mundo; tenho receio de te perder e de me perder em ti!
14 fevereiro 2011
06 fevereiro 2011
A mulher de Capricórnio (~^_^)
Segundo o meu signo aqui está uma descrição:
"Sem sombra de dúvida, a mulher mais masculina do zodíaco, mas isso não faz dela menos mulher. Quem pensa isso, nunca conheceu, de fato, uma capricorniana. Dona de uma intuição lógica. De uma inteligência contagiante (onde tem uma mulher de capricórnio, o assunto se torna naturalmente mais interessante, por mais idiota que seja).
Controladora.
Perceptiva.
Capaz de soltar os comentários mais inacreditáveis nas horas menos esperadas. Incapaz de fugir de uma disputa intelectual. Proprietária de uma notável capacidade de se fechar em copas e não revelar nada, deixando uma aura de mistério inconsciente que pode ser muito atraente para quem gosta dessa característica. Mas convenhamos, capricornianas NUNCA são as primeiras a serem notadas numa festa. Elas chegam quietas, com seus vestidos elegantérrimos, mas discretos. A maquilagem, em geral suave ou expressiva em apenas um aspecto do rosto. O ar de enfado muitas vezes assume seu olhar e é fácil ler que ela está pensando: “Que diabos eu estou fazendo aqui?” A maioria dos homens volta seus olhares para aquelas que estão rindo ou conversando alegremente com suas vozes agudas. Mas há aqueles que notam um certo desamparo nesse deslocamento social e tentam salvá-las. Coitados...
Muitas vezes, a capricorniana não se mostra em nada emocionada com esse ato de boa vontade. Uns vão embora. Alguns acabam ficando, ainda mais atraídos. Capricornianas são mulheres muito difíceis de serem conquistadas e têm homens que adoram isso. Selectivas e práticas ao extremo, se o sujeito desistir muito fácil é sinal de que não estava interessado o suficiente e é melhor que não a faça perder o seu tempo mesmo. É do tipo de mulher que não ri de piadas que não acha graça, nem esconde a sua inteligência para não ofender o parceiro. Afinal, se o parceiro não é engraçado ou inteligente o suficiente, o que ele pode estar querendo com ela? A mulher de capricórnio ama quando entra numa cruzada pelo sucesso. Além do próprio sucesso, esse pode assumir uma faceta familiar - e pobre dos filhos de uma capricorniana desse grupo - ou matrimonial - aqui se incluem tanto maridos, como namorados. Por isso, não é impensável, ainda que futuramente será difícil, ver uma dona-de-casa capricorniana. Ela poderia ser uma executiva, mas provavelmente, optou em fazer da família ou marido um sucesso, em lugar da própria vida profissional. E aí? você está disposto a ser um projecto bem sucedido? Se você quer uma capricorniana saiba: essa é a mulher que mais irá apoiar qualquer iniciativa no campo de trabalho que parecer sensata. É uma mulher que dificilmente irá reclamar de uma situação adversa (ao contrário, talvez até ache as circunstâncias mais excitantes). Muito prática, será capaz de entender melhor o parceiro em seu mundo masculino. Ela protegerá fiel e ferozmente a tudo e a todos que fazem parte de sua vida. E, para quem pensa que é uma mulher forte demais, saiba que ela guardará toda sua sensualidade e feminilidade para a pessoa que conseguiu passar pelo seu exaustivo processo de seleção. As mulheres do signo também passam uma imagem que, algumas vezes, é totalmente ignorada por nós mesmos. No caso dos homens, é esse ar altivo, sim. É o tal "olhar de quem não precisa de nada daquilo". Como consequência, muitas vezes os outros homens se ressentem ou os julgam arrogantes. Mas a causa desse olhar pode ser várias, desde uma auto-confiança inabalável até uma baixa auto-estima, aliada a uma terrível timidez. As causas variam, mas a imagem é a mesma. E eu não acho que exista algo a fazer a esse respeito. No caso da meninas o que surpreende é ouvir que são misteriosas. Muitas vezes outras mulheres chegam a acusa-las de distantes. Mas a causa desse dito mistério é que em algum lugar da mente estranha da capricorniana, ela se recusa a exercer o papel da fêmea que se exibe para conseguir o macho. Controladoras, sim. Acham que têm o direito de exercer o controle sobre a selecção do parceiro. Se o rapaz não quer uma mulher diferenciada, que vá procurar entre as tantas que adoram mostrar os dentes (nada contra elas, mas as capricorniana não são assim). O facto é que um interesse genuíno pela personalidade forte da capricorniana acaba com qualquer "mistério" ou "distanciamento".
Resumindo: tanto homens como mulheres de capricórnio, são exigentes em todos os aspectos de suas vidas. Seria incoerente imaginar que na escolha dos parceiros para um relacionamento romântico fosse diferente, certo? :) "
"Sem sombra de dúvida, a mulher mais masculina do zodíaco, mas isso não faz dela menos mulher. Quem pensa isso, nunca conheceu, de fato, uma capricorniana. Dona de uma intuição lógica. De uma inteligência contagiante (onde tem uma mulher de capricórnio, o assunto se torna naturalmente mais interessante, por mais idiota que seja).
Controladora.
Perceptiva.
Capaz de soltar os comentários mais inacreditáveis nas horas menos esperadas. Incapaz de fugir de uma disputa intelectual. Proprietária de uma notável capacidade de se fechar em copas e não revelar nada, deixando uma aura de mistério inconsciente que pode ser muito atraente para quem gosta dessa característica. Mas convenhamos, capricornianas NUNCA são as primeiras a serem notadas numa festa. Elas chegam quietas, com seus vestidos elegantérrimos, mas discretos. A maquilagem, em geral suave ou expressiva em apenas um aspecto do rosto. O ar de enfado muitas vezes assume seu olhar e é fácil ler que ela está pensando: “Que diabos eu estou fazendo aqui?” A maioria dos homens volta seus olhares para aquelas que estão rindo ou conversando alegremente com suas vozes agudas. Mas há aqueles que notam um certo desamparo nesse deslocamento social e tentam salvá-las. Coitados...
Muitas vezes, a capricorniana não se mostra em nada emocionada com esse ato de boa vontade. Uns vão embora. Alguns acabam ficando, ainda mais atraídos. Capricornianas são mulheres muito difíceis de serem conquistadas e têm homens que adoram isso. Selectivas e práticas ao extremo, se o sujeito desistir muito fácil é sinal de que não estava interessado o suficiente e é melhor que não a faça perder o seu tempo mesmo. É do tipo de mulher que não ri de piadas que não acha graça, nem esconde a sua inteligência para não ofender o parceiro. Afinal, se o parceiro não é engraçado ou inteligente o suficiente, o que ele pode estar querendo com ela? A mulher de capricórnio ama quando entra numa cruzada pelo sucesso. Além do próprio sucesso, esse pode assumir uma faceta familiar - e pobre dos filhos de uma capricorniana desse grupo - ou matrimonial - aqui se incluem tanto maridos, como namorados. Por isso, não é impensável, ainda que futuramente será difícil, ver uma dona-de-casa capricorniana. Ela poderia ser uma executiva, mas provavelmente, optou em fazer da família ou marido um sucesso, em lugar da própria vida profissional. E aí? você está disposto a ser um projecto bem sucedido? Se você quer uma capricorniana saiba: essa é a mulher que mais irá apoiar qualquer iniciativa no campo de trabalho que parecer sensata. É uma mulher que dificilmente irá reclamar de uma situação adversa (ao contrário, talvez até ache as circunstâncias mais excitantes). Muito prática, será capaz de entender melhor o parceiro em seu mundo masculino. Ela protegerá fiel e ferozmente a tudo e a todos que fazem parte de sua vida. E, para quem pensa que é uma mulher forte demais, saiba que ela guardará toda sua sensualidade e feminilidade para a pessoa que conseguiu passar pelo seu exaustivo processo de seleção. As mulheres do signo também passam uma imagem que, algumas vezes, é totalmente ignorada por nós mesmos. No caso dos homens, é esse ar altivo, sim. É o tal "olhar de quem não precisa de nada daquilo". Como consequência, muitas vezes os outros homens se ressentem ou os julgam arrogantes. Mas a causa desse olhar pode ser várias, desde uma auto-confiança inabalável até uma baixa auto-estima, aliada a uma terrível timidez. As causas variam, mas a imagem é a mesma. E eu não acho que exista algo a fazer a esse respeito. No caso da meninas o que surpreende é ouvir que são misteriosas. Muitas vezes outras mulheres chegam a acusa-las de distantes. Mas a causa desse dito mistério é que em algum lugar da mente estranha da capricorniana, ela se recusa a exercer o papel da fêmea que se exibe para conseguir o macho. Controladoras, sim. Acham que têm o direito de exercer o controle sobre a selecção do parceiro. Se o rapaz não quer uma mulher diferenciada, que vá procurar entre as tantas que adoram mostrar os dentes (nada contra elas, mas as capricorniana não são assim). O facto é que um interesse genuíno pela personalidade forte da capricorniana acaba com qualquer "mistério" ou "distanciamento".
Resumindo: tanto homens como mulheres de capricórnio, são exigentes em todos os aspectos de suas vidas. Seria incoerente imaginar que na escolha dos parceiros para um relacionamento romântico fosse diferente, certo? :) "
Radical Face - Welcome Home
Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun
And the days blur into one
And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done
Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline
Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass
Was never much but we made the most
Welcome home
Ships are launching from my chest
Some have names but most do not
If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost
Heal the scars from off my back
I don't need them anymore
You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars
I've come home
All my nightmares escaped my head
Bar the door, please don't let them in
You were never supposed to leave
Now my head's splitting at the seams
And I don't know if I can
Here, beneath my lungs, I feel your thumbs press into my skin again
And the days blur into one
And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done
Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline
Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass
Was never much but we made the most
Welcome home
Ships are launching from my chest
Some have names but most do not
If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost
Heal the scars from off my back
I don't need them anymore
You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars
I've come home
All my nightmares escaped my head
Bar the door, please don't let them in
You were never supposed to leave
Now my head's splitting at the seams
And I don't know if I can
Here, beneath my lungs, I feel your thumbs press into my skin again
28 janeiro 2011
Coisas impossíveis!
Devia existir um frasco capaz de guardar todos os pequenos momentos da vida em que nos sentimos felizes.... assim quando estivéssemos tristes íamos ao frasco e retirávamos um momento para recordar e reviver, assim como fazemos com as bolachas! Apetece-me algo doce, vou ao frasco, tiro e como! Apetece-me estar feliz... vou ao frasco tiro um momento e sou feliz :)
Era tão bom...
Era tão bom...
16 janeiro 2011
Eloisa to Abelard, by Alexandre Pope
"Eloisa to Abelard
In these deep solitudes and awful cells,
Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells,
And ever-musing melancholy reigns;
What means this tumult in a vestal's veins?
Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat?
Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat?
Yet, yet I love! — From Abelard it came,
And Eloisa yet must kiss the name.
Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd,
Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd.
Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise,
Where mix'd with God's, his lov'd idea lies:
O write it not, my hand — the name appears
Already written — wash it out, my tears!
In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays,
Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeys.
Relentless walls! whose darksome round contains
Repentant sighs, and voluntary pains:
Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees have worn;
Ye grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn!
Shrines! where their vigils pale-ey'd virgins keep,
And pitying saints, whose statues learn to weep!
Though cold like you, unmov'd, and silent grown,
I have not yet forgot myself to stone.
All is not Heav'n's while Abelard has part,
Still rebel nature holds out half my heart;
Nor pray'rs nor fasts its stubborn pulse restrain,
Nor tears, for ages, taught to flow in vain.
Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose,
That well-known name awakens all my woes.
Oh name for ever sad! for ever dear!
Still breath'd in sighs, still usher'd with a tear.
I tremble too, where'er my own I find,
Some dire misfortune follows close behind.
Line after line my gushing eyes o'erflow,
Led through a sad variety of woe:
Now warm in love, now with'ring in thy bloom,
Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
There stern religion quench'd th' unwilling flame,
There died the best of passions, love and fame.
Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join
Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine.
Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away;
And is my Abelard less kind than they?
Tears still are mine, and those I need not spare,
Love but demands what else were shed in pray'r;
No happier task these faded eyes pursue;
To read and weep is all they now can do.
Then share thy pain, allow that sad relief;
Ah, more than share it! give me all thy grief.
Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid;
They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires,
Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires,
The virgin's wish without her fears impart,
Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart,
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,
And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
Thou know'st how guiltless first I met thy flame,
When Love approach'd me under Friendship's name;
My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind,
Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind.
Those smiling eyes, attemp'ring ev'ry day,
Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day.
Guiltless I gaz'd; heav'n listen'd while you sung;
And truths divine came mended from that tongue.
From lips like those what precept fail'd to move?
Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love.
Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran,
Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'd a Man.
Dim and remote the joys of saints I see;
Nor envy them, that heav'n I lose for thee.
How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said,
Curse on all laws but those which love has made!
Love, free as air, at sight of human ties,
Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies,
Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame,
August her deed, and sacred be her fame;
Before true passion all those views remove,
Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?
The jealous God, when we profane his fires,
Those restless passions in revenge inspires;
And bids them make mistaken mortals groan,
Who seek in love for aught but love alone.
Should at my feet the world's great master fall,
Himself, his throne, his world, I'd scorn 'em all:
Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove;
No, make me mistress to the man I love;
If there be yet another name more free,
More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
Oh happy state! when souls each other draw,
When love is liberty, and nature, law:
All then is full, possessing, and possess'd,
No craving void left aching in the breast:
Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part,
And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart.
This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be)
And once the lot of Abelard and me.
Alas, how chang'd! what sudden horrors rise!
A naked lover bound and bleeding lies!
Where, where was Eloise? her voice, her hand,
Her poniard, had oppos'd the dire command.
Barbarian, stay! that bloody stroke restrain;
The crime was common, common be the pain.
I can no more; by shame, by rage suppress'd,
Let tears, and burning blushes speak the rest.
Canst thou forget that sad, that solemn day,
When victims at yon altar's foot we lay?
Canst thou forget what tears that moment fell,
When, warm in youth, I bade the world farewell?
As with cold lips I kiss'd the sacred veil,
The shrines all trembl'd, and the lamps grew pale:
Heav'n scarce believ'd the conquest it survey'd,
And saints with wonder heard the vows I made.
Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew,
Not on the Cross my eyes were fix'd, but you:
Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call,
And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.
Come! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe;
Those still at least are left thee to bestow.
Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie,
Still drink delicious poison from thy eye,
Pant on thy lip, and to thy heart be press'd;
Give all thou canst — and let me dream the rest.
Ah no! instruct me other joys to prize,
With other beauties charm my partial eyes,
Full in my view set all the bright abode,
And make my soul quit Abelard for God.
Ah, think at least thy flock deserves thy care,
Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r.
From the false world in early youth they fled,
By thee to mountains, wilds, and deserts led.
You rais'd these hallow'd walls; the desert smil'd,
And Paradise was open'd in the wild.
No weeping orphan saw his father's stores
Our shrines irradiate, or emblaze the floors;
No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n,
Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n:
But such plain roofs as piety could raise,
And only vocal with the Maker's praise.
In these lone walls (their days eternal bound)
These moss-grown domes with spiry turrets crown'd,
Where awful arches make a noonday night,
And the dim windows shed a solemn light;
Thy eyes diffus'd a reconciling ray,
And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day.
But now no face divine contentment wears,
'Tis all blank sadness, or continual tears.
See how the force of others' pray'rs I try,
(O pious fraud of am'rous charity!)
But why should I on others' pray'rs depend?
Come thou, my father, brother, husband, friend!
Ah let thy handmaid, sister, daughter move,
And all those tender names in one, thy love!
The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd
Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind,
The wand'ring streams that shine between the hills,
The grots that echo to the tinkling rills,
The dying gales that pant upon the trees,
The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze;
No more these scenes my meditation aid,
Or lull to rest the visionary maid.
But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves,
Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves,
Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws
A death-like silence, and a dread repose:
Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene,
Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green,
Deepens the murmur of the falling floods,
And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Yet here for ever, ever must I stay;
Sad proof how well a lover can obey!
Death, only death, can break the lasting chain;
And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain,
Here all its frailties, all its flames resign,
And wait till 'tis no sin to mix with thine.
Ah wretch! believ'd the spouse of God in vain,
Confess'd within the slave of love and man.
Assist me, Heav'n! but whence arose that pray'r?
Sprung it from piety, or from despair?
Ev'n here, where frozen chastity retires,
Love finds an altar for forbidden fires.
I ought to grieve, but cannot what I ought;
I mourn the lover, not lament the fault;
I view my crime, but kindle at the view,
Repent old pleasures, and solicit new;
Now turn'd to Heav'n, I weep my past offence,
Now think of thee, and curse my innocence.
Of all affliction taught a lover yet,
'Tis sure the hardest science to forget!
How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense,
And love th' offender, yet detest th' offence?
How the dear object from the crime remove,
Or how distinguish penitence from love?
Unequal task! a passion to resign,
For hearts so touch'd, so pierc'd, so lost as mine.
Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,
How often must it love, how often hate!
How often hope, despair, resent, regret,
Conceal, disdain — do all things but forget.
But let Heav'n seize it, all at once 'tis fir'd;
Not touch'd, but rapt; not waken'd, but inspir'd!
Oh come! oh teach me nature to subdue,
Renounce my love, my life, myself — and you.
Fill my fond heart with God alone, for he
Alone can rival, can succeed to thee.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;
"Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;"
Desires compos'd, affections ever ev'n,
Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav'n.
Grace shines around her with serenest beams,
And whisp'ring angels prompt her golden dreams.
For her th' unfading rose of Eden blooms,
And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes,
For her the Spouse prepares the bridal ring,
For her white virgins hymeneals sing,
To sounds of heav'nly harps she dies away,
And melts in visions of eternal day.
Far other dreams my erring soul employ,
Far other raptures, of unholy joy:
When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day,
Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away,
Then conscience sleeps, and leaving nature free,
All my loose soul unbounded springs to thee.
Oh curs'd, dear horrors of all-conscious night!
How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!
Provoking Daemons all restraint remove,
And stir within me every source of love.
I hear thee, view thee, gaze o'er all thy charms,
And round thy phantom glue my clasping arms.
I wake — no more I hear, no more I view,
The phantom flies me, as unkind as you.
I call aloud; it hears not what I say;
I stretch my empty arms; it glides away.
To dream once more I close my willing eyes;
Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise!
Alas, no more — methinks we wand'ring go
Through dreary wastes, and weep each other's woe,
Where round some mould'ring tower pale ivy creeps,
And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps.
Sudden you mount, you beckon from the skies;
Clouds interpose, waves roar, and winds arise.
I shriek, start up, the same sad prospect find,
And wake to all the griefs I left behind.
For thee the fates, severely kind, ordain
A cool suspense from pleasure and from pain;
Thy life a long, dead calm of fix'd repose;
No pulse that riots, and no blood that glows.
Still as the sea, ere winds were taught to blow,
Or moving spirit bade the waters flow;
Soft as the slumbers of a saint forgiv'n,
And mild as opening gleams of promis'd heav'n.
Come, Abelard! for what hast thou to dread?
The torch of Venus burns not for the dead.
Nature stands check'd; Religion disapproves;
Ev'n thou art cold — yet Eloisa loves.
Ah hopeless, lasting flames! like those that burn
To light the dead, and warm th' unfruitful urn.
What scenes appear where'er I turn my view?
The dear ideas, where I fly, pursue,
Rise in the grove, before the altar rise,
Stain all my soul, and wanton in my eyes.
I waste the matin lamp in sighs for thee,
Thy image steals between my God and me,
Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear,
With ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear.
When from the censer clouds of fragrance roll,
And swelling organs lift the rising soul,
One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight,
Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight:
In seas of flame my plunging soul is drown'd,
While altars blaze, and angels tremble round.
While prostrate here in humble grief I lie,
Kind, virtuous drops just gath'ring in my eye,
While praying, trembling, in the dust I roll,
And dawning grace is op'ning on my soul:
Come, if thou dar'st, all charming as thou art!
Oppose thyself to Heav'n; dispute my heart;
Come, with one glance of those deluding eyes
Blot out each bright idea of the skies;
Take back that grace, those sorrows, and those tears;
Take back my fruitless penitence and pray'rs;
Snatch me, just mounting, from the blest abode;
Assist the fiends, and tear me from my God!
No, fly me, fly me, far as pole from pole;
Rise Alps between us! and whole oceans roll!
Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me,
Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee.
Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign;
Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine.
Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!)
Long lov'd, ador'd ideas, all adieu!
Oh Grace serene! oh virtue heav'nly fair!
Divine oblivion of low-thoughted care!
Fresh blooming hope, gay daughter of the sky!
And faith, our early immortality!
Enter, each mild, each amicable guest;
Receive, and wrap me in eternal rest!
See in her cell sad Eloisa spread,
Propp'd on some tomb, a neighbour of the dead.
In each low wind methinks a spirit calls,
And more than echoes talk along the walls.
Here, as I watch'd the dying lamps around,
From yonder shrine I heard a hollow sound.
"Come, sister, come!" (it said, or seem'd to say)
"Thy place is here, sad sister, come away!
Once like thyself, I trembled, wept, and pray'd,
Love's victim then, though now a sainted maid:
But all is calm in this eternal sleep;
Here grief forgets to groan, and love to weep,
Ev'n superstition loses ev'ry fear:
For God, not man, absolves our frailties here."
I come, I come! prepare your roseate bow'rs,
Celestial palms, and ever-blooming flow'rs.
Thither, where sinners may have rest, I go,
Where flames refin'd in breasts seraphic glow:
Thou, Abelard! the last sad office pay,
And smooth my passage to the realms of day;
See my lips tremble, and my eye-balls roll,
Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul!
Ah no — in sacred vestments may'st thou stand,
The hallow'd taper trembling in thy hand,
Present the cross before my lifted eye,
Teach me at once, and learn of me to die.
Ah then, thy once-lov'd Eloisa see!
It will be then no crime to gaze on me.
See from my cheek the transient roses fly!
See the last sparkle languish in my eye!
Till ev'ry motion, pulse, and breath be o'er;
And ev'n my Abelard be lov'd no more.
O Death all-eloquent! you only prove
What dust we dote on, when 'tis man we love.
Then too, when fate shall thy fair frame destroy,
(That cause of all my guilt, and all my joy)
In trance ecstatic may thy pangs be drown'd,
Bright clouds descend, and angels watch thee round,
From op'ning skies may streaming glories shine,
And saints embrace thee with a love like mine.
May one kind grave unite each hapless name,
And graft my love immortal on thy fame!
Then, ages hence, when all my woes are o'er,
When this rebellious heart shall beat no more;
If ever chance two wand'ring lovers brings
To Paraclete's white walls and silver springs,
O'er the pale marble shall they join their heads,
And drink the falling tears each other sheds;
Then sadly say, with mutual pity mov'd,
"Oh may we never love as these have lov'd!"
From the full choir when loud Hosannas rise,
And swell the pomp of dreadful sacrifice,
Amid that scene if some relenting eye
Glance on the stone where our cold relics lie,
Devotion's self shall steal a thought from Heav'n,
One human tear shall drop and be forgiv'n.
And sure, if fate some future bard shall join
In sad similitude of griefs to mine,
Condemn'd whole years in absence to deplore,
And image charms he must behold no more;
Such if there be, who loves so long, so well;
Let him our sad, our tender story tell;
The well-sung woes will soothe my pensive ghost;
He best can paint 'em, who shall feel 'em most."
In these deep solitudes and awful cells,
Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells,
And ever-musing melancholy reigns;
What means this tumult in a vestal's veins?
Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat?
Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat?
Yet, yet I love! — From Abelard it came,
And Eloisa yet must kiss the name.
Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd,
Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd.
Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise,
Where mix'd with God's, his lov'd idea lies:
O write it not, my hand — the name appears
Already written — wash it out, my tears!
In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays,
Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeys.
Relentless walls! whose darksome round contains
Repentant sighs, and voluntary pains:
Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees have worn;
Ye grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn!
Shrines! where their vigils pale-ey'd virgins keep,
And pitying saints, whose statues learn to weep!
Though cold like you, unmov'd, and silent grown,
I have not yet forgot myself to stone.
All is not Heav'n's while Abelard has part,
Still rebel nature holds out half my heart;
Nor pray'rs nor fasts its stubborn pulse restrain,
Nor tears, for ages, taught to flow in vain.
Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose,
That well-known name awakens all my woes.
Oh name for ever sad! for ever dear!
Still breath'd in sighs, still usher'd with a tear.
I tremble too, where'er my own I find,
Some dire misfortune follows close behind.
Line after line my gushing eyes o'erflow,
Led through a sad variety of woe:
Now warm in love, now with'ring in thy bloom,
Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
There stern religion quench'd th' unwilling flame,
There died the best of passions, love and fame.
Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join
Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine.
Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away;
And is my Abelard less kind than they?
Tears still are mine, and those I need not spare,
Love but demands what else were shed in pray'r;
No happier task these faded eyes pursue;
To read and weep is all they now can do.
Then share thy pain, allow that sad relief;
Ah, more than share it! give me all thy grief.
Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid;
They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires,
Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires,
The virgin's wish without her fears impart,
Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart,
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,
And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
Thou know'st how guiltless first I met thy flame,
When Love approach'd me under Friendship's name;
My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind,
Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind.
Those smiling eyes, attemp'ring ev'ry day,
Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day.
Guiltless I gaz'd; heav'n listen'd while you sung;
And truths divine came mended from that tongue.
From lips like those what precept fail'd to move?
Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love.
Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran,
Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'd a Man.
Dim and remote the joys of saints I see;
Nor envy them, that heav'n I lose for thee.
How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said,
Curse on all laws but those which love has made!
Love, free as air, at sight of human ties,
Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies,
Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame,
August her deed, and sacred be her fame;
Before true passion all those views remove,
Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?
The jealous God, when we profane his fires,
Those restless passions in revenge inspires;
And bids them make mistaken mortals groan,
Who seek in love for aught but love alone.
Should at my feet the world's great master fall,
Himself, his throne, his world, I'd scorn 'em all:
Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove;
No, make me mistress to the man I love;
If there be yet another name more free,
More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
Oh happy state! when souls each other draw,
When love is liberty, and nature, law:
All then is full, possessing, and possess'd,
No craving void left aching in the breast:
Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part,
And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart.
This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be)
And once the lot of Abelard and me.
Alas, how chang'd! what sudden horrors rise!
A naked lover bound and bleeding lies!
Where, where was Eloise? her voice, her hand,
Her poniard, had oppos'd the dire command.
Barbarian, stay! that bloody stroke restrain;
The crime was common, common be the pain.
I can no more; by shame, by rage suppress'd,
Let tears, and burning blushes speak the rest.
Canst thou forget that sad, that solemn day,
When victims at yon altar's foot we lay?
Canst thou forget what tears that moment fell,
When, warm in youth, I bade the world farewell?
As with cold lips I kiss'd the sacred veil,
The shrines all trembl'd, and the lamps grew pale:
Heav'n scarce believ'd the conquest it survey'd,
And saints with wonder heard the vows I made.
Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew,
Not on the Cross my eyes were fix'd, but you:
Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call,
And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.
Come! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe;
Those still at least are left thee to bestow.
Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie,
Still drink delicious poison from thy eye,
Pant on thy lip, and to thy heart be press'd;
Give all thou canst — and let me dream the rest.
Ah no! instruct me other joys to prize,
With other beauties charm my partial eyes,
Full in my view set all the bright abode,
And make my soul quit Abelard for God.
Ah, think at least thy flock deserves thy care,
Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r.
From the false world in early youth they fled,
By thee to mountains, wilds, and deserts led.
You rais'd these hallow'd walls; the desert smil'd,
And Paradise was open'd in the wild.
No weeping orphan saw his father's stores
Our shrines irradiate, or emblaze the floors;
No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n,
Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n:
But such plain roofs as piety could raise,
And only vocal with the Maker's praise.
In these lone walls (their days eternal bound)
These moss-grown domes with spiry turrets crown'd,
Where awful arches make a noonday night,
And the dim windows shed a solemn light;
Thy eyes diffus'd a reconciling ray,
And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day.
But now no face divine contentment wears,
'Tis all blank sadness, or continual tears.
See how the force of others' pray'rs I try,
(O pious fraud of am'rous charity!)
But why should I on others' pray'rs depend?
Come thou, my father, brother, husband, friend!
Ah let thy handmaid, sister, daughter move,
And all those tender names in one, thy love!
The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd
Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind,
The wand'ring streams that shine between the hills,
The grots that echo to the tinkling rills,
The dying gales that pant upon the trees,
The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze;
No more these scenes my meditation aid,
Or lull to rest the visionary maid.
But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves,
Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves,
Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws
A death-like silence, and a dread repose:
Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene,
Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green,
Deepens the murmur of the falling floods,
And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Yet here for ever, ever must I stay;
Sad proof how well a lover can obey!
Death, only death, can break the lasting chain;
And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain,
Here all its frailties, all its flames resign,
And wait till 'tis no sin to mix with thine.
Ah wretch! believ'd the spouse of God in vain,
Confess'd within the slave of love and man.
Assist me, Heav'n! but whence arose that pray'r?
Sprung it from piety, or from despair?
Ev'n here, where frozen chastity retires,
Love finds an altar for forbidden fires.
I ought to grieve, but cannot what I ought;
I mourn the lover, not lament the fault;
I view my crime, but kindle at the view,
Repent old pleasures, and solicit new;
Now turn'd to Heav'n, I weep my past offence,
Now think of thee, and curse my innocence.
Of all affliction taught a lover yet,
'Tis sure the hardest science to forget!
How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense,
And love th' offender, yet detest th' offence?
How the dear object from the crime remove,
Or how distinguish penitence from love?
Unequal task! a passion to resign,
For hearts so touch'd, so pierc'd, so lost as mine.
Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,
How often must it love, how often hate!
How often hope, despair, resent, regret,
Conceal, disdain — do all things but forget.
But let Heav'n seize it, all at once 'tis fir'd;
Not touch'd, but rapt; not waken'd, but inspir'd!
Oh come! oh teach me nature to subdue,
Renounce my love, my life, myself — and you.
Fill my fond heart with God alone, for he
Alone can rival, can succeed to thee.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;
"Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;"
Desires compos'd, affections ever ev'n,
Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav'n.
Grace shines around her with serenest beams,
And whisp'ring angels prompt her golden dreams.
For her th' unfading rose of Eden blooms,
And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes,
For her the Spouse prepares the bridal ring,
For her white virgins hymeneals sing,
To sounds of heav'nly harps she dies away,
And melts in visions of eternal day.
Far other dreams my erring soul employ,
Far other raptures, of unholy joy:
When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day,
Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away,
Then conscience sleeps, and leaving nature free,
All my loose soul unbounded springs to thee.
Oh curs'd, dear horrors of all-conscious night!
How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!
Provoking Daemons all restraint remove,
And stir within me every source of love.
I hear thee, view thee, gaze o'er all thy charms,
And round thy phantom glue my clasping arms.
I wake — no more I hear, no more I view,
The phantom flies me, as unkind as you.
I call aloud; it hears not what I say;
I stretch my empty arms; it glides away.
To dream once more I close my willing eyes;
Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise!
Alas, no more — methinks we wand'ring go
Through dreary wastes, and weep each other's woe,
Where round some mould'ring tower pale ivy creeps,
And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps.
Sudden you mount, you beckon from the skies;
Clouds interpose, waves roar, and winds arise.
I shriek, start up, the same sad prospect find,
And wake to all the griefs I left behind.
For thee the fates, severely kind, ordain
A cool suspense from pleasure and from pain;
Thy life a long, dead calm of fix'd repose;
No pulse that riots, and no blood that glows.
Still as the sea, ere winds were taught to blow,
Or moving spirit bade the waters flow;
Soft as the slumbers of a saint forgiv'n,
And mild as opening gleams of promis'd heav'n.
Come, Abelard! for what hast thou to dread?
The torch of Venus burns not for the dead.
Nature stands check'd; Religion disapproves;
Ev'n thou art cold — yet Eloisa loves.
Ah hopeless, lasting flames! like those that burn
To light the dead, and warm th' unfruitful urn.
What scenes appear where'er I turn my view?
The dear ideas, where I fly, pursue,
Rise in the grove, before the altar rise,
Stain all my soul, and wanton in my eyes.
I waste the matin lamp in sighs for thee,
Thy image steals between my God and me,
Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear,
With ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear.
When from the censer clouds of fragrance roll,
And swelling organs lift the rising soul,
One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight,
Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight:
In seas of flame my plunging soul is drown'd,
While altars blaze, and angels tremble round.
While prostrate here in humble grief I lie,
Kind, virtuous drops just gath'ring in my eye,
While praying, trembling, in the dust I roll,
And dawning grace is op'ning on my soul:
Come, if thou dar'st, all charming as thou art!
Oppose thyself to Heav'n; dispute my heart;
Come, with one glance of those deluding eyes
Blot out each bright idea of the skies;
Take back that grace, those sorrows, and those tears;
Take back my fruitless penitence and pray'rs;
Snatch me, just mounting, from the blest abode;
Assist the fiends, and tear me from my God!
No, fly me, fly me, far as pole from pole;
Rise Alps between us! and whole oceans roll!
Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me,
Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee.
Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign;
Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine.
Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!)
Long lov'd, ador'd ideas, all adieu!
Oh Grace serene! oh virtue heav'nly fair!
Divine oblivion of low-thoughted care!
Fresh blooming hope, gay daughter of the sky!
And faith, our early immortality!
Enter, each mild, each amicable guest;
Receive, and wrap me in eternal rest!
See in her cell sad Eloisa spread,
Propp'd on some tomb, a neighbour of the dead.
In each low wind methinks a spirit calls,
And more than echoes talk along the walls.
Here, as I watch'd the dying lamps around,
From yonder shrine I heard a hollow sound.
"Come, sister, come!" (it said, or seem'd to say)
"Thy place is here, sad sister, come away!
Once like thyself, I trembled, wept, and pray'd,
Love's victim then, though now a sainted maid:
But all is calm in this eternal sleep;
Here grief forgets to groan, and love to weep,
Ev'n superstition loses ev'ry fear:
For God, not man, absolves our frailties here."
I come, I come! prepare your roseate bow'rs,
Celestial palms, and ever-blooming flow'rs.
Thither, where sinners may have rest, I go,
Where flames refin'd in breasts seraphic glow:
Thou, Abelard! the last sad office pay,
And smooth my passage to the realms of day;
See my lips tremble, and my eye-balls roll,
Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul!
Ah no — in sacred vestments may'st thou stand,
The hallow'd taper trembling in thy hand,
Present the cross before my lifted eye,
Teach me at once, and learn of me to die.
Ah then, thy once-lov'd Eloisa see!
It will be then no crime to gaze on me.
See from my cheek the transient roses fly!
See the last sparkle languish in my eye!
Till ev'ry motion, pulse, and breath be o'er;
And ev'n my Abelard be lov'd no more.
O Death all-eloquent! you only prove
What dust we dote on, when 'tis man we love.
Then too, when fate shall thy fair frame destroy,
(That cause of all my guilt, and all my joy)
In trance ecstatic may thy pangs be drown'd,
Bright clouds descend, and angels watch thee round,
From op'ning skies may streaming glories shine,
And saints embrace thee with a love like mine.
May one kind grave unite each hapless name,
And graft my love immortal on thy fame!
Then, ages hence, when all my woes are o'er,
When this rebellious heart shall beat no more;
If ever chance two wand'ring lovers brings
To Paraclete's white walls and silver springs,
O'er the pale marble shall they join their heads,
And drink the falling tears each other sheds;
Then sadly say, with mutual pity mov'd,
"Oh may we never love as these have lov'd!"
From the full choir when loud Hosannas rise,
And swell the pomp of dreadful sacrifice,
Amid that scene if some relenting eye
Glance on the stone where our cold relics lie,
Devotion's self shall steal a thought from Heav'n,
One human tear shall drop and be forgiv'n.
And sure, if fate some future bard shall join
In sad similitude of griefs to mine,
Condemn'd whole years in absence to deplore,
And image charms he must behold no more;
Such if there be, who loves so long, so well;
Let him our sad, our tender story tell;
The well-sung woes will soothe my pensive ghost;
He best can paint 'em, who shall feel 'em most."
02 janeiro 2011
A verdade!
Sentimentos...
Existem sentimentos que por vezes nem nós próprios sabemos que os sentimos...
O que acontece quando alguém repara neles primeiro que nós? Fecha os olhos e finge que nada se passa? Confronta-nos com a verdade que nós julgamos ser mentira?
No amor, ou o que julgamos ser amor, todos os caminhos são espinhosos, mas qualquer que seja o caminho a seguir uma coisa é certa... "não se ama alguém que não ouve a mesma canção" e decerto não se pode amar alguém que não nos tem, verdadeiramente, no seu coração!
Existem sentimentos que por vezes nem nós próprios sabemos que os sentimos...
O que acontece quando alguém repara neles primeiro que nós? Fecha os olhos e finge que nada se passa? Confronta-nos com a verdade que nós julgamos ser mentira?
No amor, ou o que julgamos ser amor, todos os caminhos são espinhosos, mas qualquer que seja o caminho a seguir uma coisa é certa... "não se ama alguém que não ouve a mesma canção" e decerto não se pode amar alguém que não nos tem, verdadeiramente, no seu coração!
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