Lamentamos informar, mas por cá não existem os espécimes que procura, foram extintos há muitos anos.
Queira procurá-los noutro país que por cá existe apenas uma espécie de políticos: aqueles que mentem descaradamente; que ludibriam sem qualquer pudor; que mudam de opinião motivados apenas por questões de sobrevivência política…, enfim, políticos sem carácter e sem escrúpulos, apenas apostados em permanecer no poder custe o que custar…
Thirteen Blackbirds Look at a Man
By R. S. Thomas
1
It is calm.
It is as though
we lived in a garden
that had not yet arrived
at the knowledge of
good and evil.
But there is a man in it.
2
There will be
rain falling vertically
from an indifferent
sky. There will stare out
from behind its
bars the face of the man
who is not enjoying it.
3
Nothing higher
than a blackberry
bush. As the sun comes up
fresh, what is the darkness
stretching from horizon
to horizon? It is the shadow
here of the forked man.
4
We have eaten
the blackberries and spat out
the seeds, but they lie
glittering like the eyes of a man.
5
After we have stopped
singing, the garden is disturbed
by echoes; it is
the man whistling, expecting
everything to come to him.
6
We wipe our beaks
on the branches
wasting the dawn’s
jewellery to get rid
of the taste of a man.
7
Neverthless,
which is not the case
with a man, our
bills give us no trouble.
8
Who said the
number was unlucky?
It was a man, who,
trying to pass us,
had his licence endorsed
thirteen times.
9
In the cool
of the day the garden
seems given over
to blackbirds. Yet
we know also that somewhere
there is a man in hiding.
10
To us there are
eggs and there are
blackbirds. But there is the man,
too, trying without feathers
to incubate a solution.
11
We spread our
wings, reticulating
our air-space. A man stands
under us and worries
at his ability to do the same.
12
When night comes
like a visitor
from outer space
we stop our ears
lest we should hear tell
of the man in the moon.
13
Summer is
at an end. The migrants
depart. When they return
in spring to the garden,
will there be a man among them?
Outubro 3, 2013 at 6:49 pm
(m/f/g/outros)
Outubro 3, 2013 at 6:53 pm
Ora até que enfim fizeste um poste de jeito!
Parabéns, pá!…
Outubro 3, 2013 at 7:05 pm
O concurso continua vazio, contava contigo.
Outubro 3, 2013 at 7:14 pm
eu tive um sonho,
eu tive um sonho que um dia compraria toda esta corja política
somente p’ra lhes dar porrada.
Outubro 3, 2013 at 7:20 pm
#4 Porrada? Porrada? Uma boa “escarradela” ao jeito queirosiano”, meu amigo….porque “porrada só” é pouco!
Outubro 3, 2013 at 7:21 pm
A questão é mesmo essa, Fafe…nada sabem da vida real.
Outubro 3, 2013 at 7:56 pm
Sabem, sabem, olhe que sim…
Outubro 3, 2013 at 7:56 pm
# 0
Lamentamos informar, mas por cá não existem os espécimes que procura, foram extintos há muitos anos.
Queira procurá-los noutro país que por cá existe apenas uma espécie de políticos: aqueles que mentem descaradamente; que ludibriam sem qualquer pudor; que mudam de opinião motivados apenas por questões de sobrevivência política…, enfim, políticos sem carácter e sem escrúpulos, apenas apostados em permanecer no poder custe o que custar…
Outubro 3, 2013 at 8:00 pm
SABEM E SABEM QUE SABEM ..TODAVIA MESMO SABENDO NADA SABEM SOBRE O QUE PENSAM SABER…FUI..
Outubro 3, 2013 at 8:01 pm
EPÁ TIROS NO CAPITÓLIO..SERÃO PROFESSORES???
Outubro 3, 2013 at 8:02 pm
… ou “professores”.
Outubro 3, 2013 at 8:06 pm
PROFESSAM ALGO..MAS NÃO SEI O QUÊ..GOD BLESS THE PROFET..ANTES QUE A TROIKA ME LEVE O GOSTO..
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Outubro 3, 2013 at 8:07 pm
AH..
Thirteen Blackbirds Look at a Man
By R. S. Thomas
1
It is calm.
It is as though
we lived in a garden
that had not yet arrived
at the knowledge of
good and evil.
But there is a man in it.
2
There will be
rain falling vertically
from an indifferent
sky. There will stare out
from behind its
bars the face of the man
who is not enjoying it.
3
Nothing higher
than a blackberry
bush. As the sun comes up
fresh, what is the darkness
stretching from horizon
to horizon? It is the shadow
here of the forked man.
4
We have eaten
the blackberries and spat out
the seeds, but they lie
glittering like the eyes of a man.
5
After we have stopped
singing, the garden is disturbed
by echoes; it is
the man whistling, expecting
everything to come to him.
6
We wipe our beaks
on the branches
wasting the dawn’s
jewellery to get rid
of the taste of a man.
7
Neverthless,
which is not the case
with a man, our
bills give us no trouble.
8
Who said the
number was unlucky?
It was a man, who,
trying to pass us,
had his licence endorsed
thirteen times.
9
In the cool
of the day the garden
seems given over
to blackbirds. Yet
we know also that somewhere
there is a man in hiding.
10
To us there are
eggs and there are
blackbirds. But there is the man,
too, trying without feathers
to incubate a solution.
11
We spread our
wings, reticulating
our air-space. A man stands
under us and worries
at his ability to do the same.
12
When night comes
like a visitor
from outer space
we stop our ears
lest we should hear tell
of the man in the moon.
13
Summer is
at an end. The migrants
depart. When they return
in spring to the garden,
will there be a man among them?
Outubro 3, 2013 at 8:08 pm
#13
Isso!