Vinicius de Moraes – Soneto de Fidelidade


De tudo ao meu amor serei atento
Antes, e com tal zelo, e sempre, e tanto
Que mesmo em face do maior encanto
Dele se encante mais meu pensamento.

Quero vivê-lo em cada vão momento
E em seu louvor hei de espalhar meu canto
E rir meu riso e derramar meu pranto
Ao seu pesar ou seu contentamento

E assim, quando mais tarde me procure
Quem sabe a morte, angústia de quem vive
Quem sabe a solidão, fim de quem ama

Eu possa me dizer do amor (que tive):
Que não seja imortal, posto que é chama
Mas que seja infinito enquanto dure.

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For a Single Moment (translation of “Por um único segundo”)


Horizon’s dawn makes itself beautiful,
And I can only remember your sweet lips and lost embraces;
World echoes songs at the touch of your hands,
Tears fall from its eyes when they see you.

I find absolute peace in your eyes,
In your melodious voice,
In your long and graceful hair,
In the eternal mystery that is your being.

From my bed I see the moonlight,
And wonder where you are.
What being in the world has yet to fall for your beauty?
Which star still shines when by your side?

My heart bears this burden.
Why do I love her? I do not know.
I know my love does not require an answer,
As water nourishes all things without trying,
Like the bird that flies freely without destination.

Horizon’s dawn makes itself beautiful,
As I find absolute peace in your eyes.
Serene breeze carries my nostalgic spirit,
Until spring flowers they find.

There I find solace,
Because when I think of you my senses fail,
And the sweet smell of flowers, seductive,
Makes me forget it all,
For a single moment…

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Que brilhem teus olhos entre as estrelas II


Passa da meia noite,
e agora já não lembro
as dores que antes sentia.
As pedras que pareciam muralhas,
desfazem-se em areia e pó,
como se nunca se atrevessem
a se colocar em meu caminho.
Passa da meia noite,
e já não recordo o motivo da dor,
ou a razão de minha mente
lamentar as horas perdidas,
com vontades esquecidas
e panacéias rejeitadas;
Passa da meia noite,
e apenas teu sorriso
separa um mundo intolerável do paraíso,
um abismo sem fim
do limite do céu estrelado;
Passa da meia noite,
E ainda espero,
Que brilhem teus olhos entre as estrelas
para que saiba o caminho
até os braços da redenção…

Que venham os sonhos


Que venham os passos errados,
Os enganos sinceros,
As mentiras bondosas;

Que venham as lágrimas de alegria,
Os dias de euforia,
Tua pele sedosa,
As promessas de puro
Estranho amor;

Que venham as dores,
E novos amores,
Ingênuo navegar
Por águas desconhecidas;

Que venham os risos de outrora,
As lembranças vividas,
As loucuras perdidas!

Que venham os sonhos!
E que partam as mágoas…

 

Midnight’s spell


Midnight fell, in a saturday night –
I saw you there, we were miles apart,
Bright snowlike face in a fiery red,
“I like how you laugh”, I said,
Your smile was a work of art,
My hands on your waist
They looked so right,
Time went by, you were dancing with someone else,
There, I could tell,
You broke the midnight’s spell

 

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Bright Star, by John Keats


Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art –
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors –
No – yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever – or else swoon to death.

Bright Star, John keats

Where to begin? This is a marvelous piece. From the first to the last line it has a wonderful tone, when it begins “Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art – Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night” you just feel this will be something to remember. It has such power, such brilliance. The rhymes are soft, easily read, and yet are not simple.  Then it goes “And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature’s patient, sleepless eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task”. The moving waters at their priestlike task has to be my favorite line, followed closely by the last two “Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever – or else swoon to death.”

Reading Keats is a constant reminder that I have a long, long way to go.

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If Only


If only your voice I could hear,
And whisper words in your ear,
If only your body I could feel,
And slowly your warm yearn,

If only your eyes I could see,
And in their infinity ramble,
If only your hands I could hold,
And in their softness wander,

If only your love I could feel,
And my heart slowly heal,
If only your face I could touch,
And softly in your lips find me,

If only you,
Lost yourself in me,
And my love withhold,
If only you,
Loved me,
As much as the world could hold…

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