sexta-feira, 20 de julho de 2018

All Day Permanent Red - Cristopher Logue

To welcome Hector to his death
God sent a rolling thunderclap across the sky
The city and the sea
      And momentarily—
The breezes playing with the sunlit dust—
On either slope a silence fell.

   Think of a raked sky-wide Venetian blind.
   Add the receding traction of its slats
   Of its slats of its slats as a hand draws it up.
   Hear the Greek army getting to its feet.
   
   Then of a stadium when many boards are raised
   And many faces change to one vast face.
   So, where there were so many masks,
   Now one Greek mask glittered from strip to ridge.
   Already swift
Boy Lutie took Prince Hector’s nod
And fired his whip that right and left

segunda-feira, 16 de julho de 2018

Teatro - Ana Martins Marques

Certa noite 
você me disse 
que eu não tinha 
coração

Nessa noite 
aberta
como uma estranha flor
expus a todos
meu coração
que não tenho


terça-feira, 10 de julho de 2018

The Fox - Katerina Iliopoulou

In a sheath of light she appeared
Crossed the road
A small brown fox.
And again the next evening
Behind a bush fleetingly 
And another time only her tail
Swept the darkness
And from then on 
Her paws walking inside your eyes
Her warm furry body
Quivering between us.
Always passing never stationary.
"But who are you?" we asked
"I am" she said, "what is always in excess".

Tradução de John O'Kane.

Retirado daqui.

terça-feira, 3 de julho de 2018