2003-02-05

Today I was looking for a poem about a fall, in portuguese "Queda",
and then it came to my mind that "queda" in castelan has quite a
different meaning, and then this poem by Paulo Neruda, "Queda prohibido"

Queda prohibido
por Pablo Neruda
in

Queda prohibido llorar sin aprender,
levantarte un d�a sin saber que hacer,
tener miedo a tus recuerdos.
Queda prohibido no sonre�r a los problemas,
no luchar por lo que quieres,
abandonarlo todo por miedo,
no convertir en realidad tus sue�os.
Queda prohibido dejar a tus amigos,
no intentar comprender lo que vivieron juntos,
llamarles s�lo cuando los necesitas.
Queda prohibido no ser t� ante la gente,
fingir ante las personas que no te importan,
hacerte el gracioso con tal de que me recuerden,
olvidar a toda la gente que te quiere.
Queda prohibido no hacer las cosas por ti mismo,
tener miedo a la vida y a sus compromisos,
no vivir cada d�a como si fuera el �ltimo suspiro.
Queda prohibido echar a alguien de menos sin alegrarte,
olvidar sus ojos, su risa, todo porque sus caminos han dejado de abrazarse,
olvidar su pasado y pagarlo con su presente.
Queda prohibido no intentar comprender a las personas,
pensar que sus vidas valen m�s que la tuya,
no saber que cada uno tiene su camino y su dicha.
Queda prohibido no crear tu historia,
no tener un momento para la gente que te necesita,
no comprender que lo que la vida te da, tambi�n te lo quita.
Queda prohibido no buscar la felicidad,
no vivir tu vida con una actitud positiva,
no pensar en que podemos ser mejores,
no sentir que sin ti este mundo no ser�a igual.

It's forbidden
by Pablo Neruda
in

It's forbidden to cry without learning,
to wakeup a day without knowing what to do,
to be affraid of your own memories.
It's forbidden not to smile at problems,
not to fight for what you want,
give up on everything cause of fear,
not to make your dreams come true.
It's forbidden to leave your friends,
not to try to understand what you lived together,
to call them only when you need.
It's forbidden not to be yourself in front of everybody,
to pretend before persons that you don't care about
to play the gracious such that they'll remeber me,
to forget everybody that cares about you.
It's forbidden not to do everything for yourself
to be affraid of life and its commitments
not to live everyday as if it was the last breath.
It's forbidden to miss someone without being happy,
to forget about their eyes, their smile, all because their paths
no longer embrace
to forget about their past and to pay it with their present
It's forbidden not to try to understand others
to think that their lives are more valuable than yours
not to know that everyone has his way and his saying
It's forbidden not to create your own history
not to have a momment for those that need you,
not to understand that what life gives you it also takes,
It's forbidden not to seak happiness
not to live your live with a positive atitude
Tamara. Don't worry nothing of this is poetry.
He're just discussing copyright issues... exciting, realy ;-)

Picuinhas e' que nos queremos ;-)
Aquilo que fazemos nao e' apagar coisas do Blog,
e' mais altera'-las, assim uma versao envergonhada
do apagar ;-)
Basicamente aquilo que tenho feito e' apos alguns
dias substituir a versao integral por uma hiperligacao
a uma pagina onde o original se encontra.
Era uma pena "mandarem o PoesiaAmetro" abaixo :-(
Talvez esteja s� a ser picuinhas :-). Afinal, o Blog de Esquerda e a Coluna Infame n�o se coibem de publicar poesias. A ideia de apagar material de um Blog parece-me uma pervers�o da ideia.

2003-02-04

Tamara sent me this extract today.
I didn't know about Tim Robbins.
Seams interesting enough to give it a try.

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Tom Robbins
from Skinny Legs And All

"In a minute or two, the music starts up again,
and once more the I&I is transformed into a savage
sensual steam bath by the beautiful young dancer,
skinny legs and all. A sweat-soaked Abu and a
wild-eyed Spike ask Ellen Cherry, in breathless
succession, "What do you think of that tambourine girl?"
and "So what're you thinking of our little Salome?".
She pokes out her lower lip so far she could get a potted
plant on it and replies, "her legs are skinny. For a belly
dancer she's sure got skinny legs."
...
Pois, pois é. O melhor é ter a versão integral apenas durante uns dias e depois cortar parte da coisa e colocar uma referência para um URL onde a versão integral se pode encontrar.

O que achas?

2003-02-03

Pois é, Rui. E os direitos de autor? Diabos...
Over a hot chocolate, at Grizedale Bar, Tamara and I spoke of this...

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Tom Waits
Mule Variations (1999)
What's he building ?

What's he building in there?
What the hell is he building
In there?
He has subscriptions to those
Magazines... He never
Waves when he goes by
...


A kick-off for Poesia a metro

A culpa disto tudo é do Manel Sequeira. Pronto!