1.11.05
Fiat Lux
Hör mich nur atmen
doch das beweist nichts
inmitten meiner Kreise
doch deren Mitte bin ich nicht
regungslos
wartend
wartend
Wenn du kommst, kommst du mit Licht
du kommst strahlend
zehrst meinen Schatten auf
zählst meine Kerben
und schlägst mich auf
öffnest mein Versteck
und liest mich laut
damit auch ich
mich
hören kann
wenn du gehst, fragst du:
wer von uns beiden glaubst du
ist der Geliebte? Wer von uns
ist der Geliebte?
Just listen to me breathe
but that proves nothing
In the middle of my circles
but their centre I am not
motonless
waiting
waiting
When you come, you'll come with light
you'll come radiant
You devour my shadows
count my notches
and open me up
open my hideaway
and read me out loud
so that I, too
can hear
myself
When you leave, you'll ask:
which one of us do you believe
is the beloved? which one of us
is the beloved?
Hör mich nur atmen
doch das beweist nichts
inmitten meiner Kreise
doch deren Mitte bin ich nicht
regungslos
wartend
wartend
Wenn du kommst, kommst du mit Licht
du kommst strahlend
zehrst meinen Schatten auf
zählst meine Kerben
und schlägst mich auf
öffnest mein Versteck
und liest mich laut
damit auch ich
mich
hören kann
wenn du gehst, fragst du:
wer von uns beiden glaubst du
ist der Geliebte? Wer von uns
ist der Geliebte?
Just listen to me breathe
but that proves nothing
In the middle of my circles
but their centre I am not
motonless
waiting
waiting
When you come, you'll come with light
you'll come radiant
You devour my shadows
count my notches
and open me up
open my hideaway
and read me out loud
so that I, too
can hear
myself
When you leave, you'll ask:
which one of us do you believe
is the beloved? which one of us
is the beloved?
Tired of Love
Love knows the time that is owed it
hours die like aunts on Sunday.
Is it spring? Is it winter?
The trees receive the wind and are bent.
My desire is tired, my breath toothless.
I'm tired of naming parts of the body,
as we did, bubbling-over with discovery.
I'm tired of love.
Everything begins to drift, driven by the wind:
my hands, her hands, my words,
seasons... we take along the pain,
pursuing the quick love and die.
I'll die for sure, drifting,
looking for love where it once was,
toothless and tired.
- Remco Campert
Love knows the time that is owed it
hours die like aunts on Sunday.
Is it spring? Is it winter?
The trees receive the wind and are bent.
My desire is tired, my breath toothless.
I'm tired of naming parts of the body,
as we did, bubbling-over with discovery.
I'm tired of love.
Everything begins to drift, driven by the wind:
my hands, her hands, my words,
seasons... we take along the pain,
pursuing the quick love and die.
I'll die for sure, drifting,
looking for love where it once was,
toothless and tired.
- Remco Campert
Better that every fiber crack
and fury make head,
blood drenching vivid
couch, carpet, floor
and the snake-figured almanac
vouching you are
a million green counties from here,
than to sit mute, twiching so
under prickling stars,
with stare, with curse
blackening the time
goodbyes were said, trains let go,
and I, great magnanimous fool, thus wrenched from
my own kingdom.
- Sylvia Plath
and fury make head,
blood drenching vivid
couch, carpet, floor
and the snake-figured almanac
vouching you are
a million green counties from here,
than to sit mute, twiching so
under prickling stars,
with stare, with curse
blackening the time
goodbyes were said, trains let go,
and I, great magnanimous fool, thus wrenched from
my own kingdom.
- Sylvia Plath
Shadow
I have loved being in love;
perhaps that's why it has not loved me.
That's how a handsome lover
behaves with a lovestruck child.
I've loved the sun too much
and fed up with begging
to the doors of the days
I've become like the frond of a fern
that prefers to live in the shade
rather than bare the sun.
And so I trouble myself about a house
in which lamp- and sunlight
have been tempered for the eyes
and where the sober lines of a face
and where the serenity of a friendship stand
as the shadow of a tree
arched
above my head.
- Alice Nahon
I have loved being in love;
perhaps that's why it has not loved me.
That's how a handsome lover
behaves with a lovestruck child.
I've loved the sun too much
and fed up with begging
to the doors of the days
I've become like the frond of a fern
that prefers to live in the shade
rather than bare the sun.
And so I trouble myself about a house
in which lamp- and sunlight
have been tempered for the eyes
and where the sober lines of a face
and where the serenity of a friendship stand
as the shadow of a tree
arched
above my head.
- Alice Nahon
Five Year Plan
I love you. You love that which cannot be.
Where you love capacities, I love shortcomings.
Where you love pride, I love how the fragile can break
in my arms. You love courage. I, weakness now /
and then.
You love the future. I, that which is past.
Whereas you love the hundred lives you wanted to live,
I love the one which is left over and thus
the way you can be so far away pressed /
close to me.
I love what is. You, what should be.
Do you love me. I love you.
- Herman de Coninck
I love you. You love that which cannot be.
Where you love capacities, I love shortcomings.
Where you love pride, I love how the fragile can break
in my arms. You love courage. I, weakness now /
and then.
You love the future. I, that which is past.
Whereas you love the hundred lives you wanted to live,
I love the one which is left over and thus
the way you can be so far away pressed /
close to me.
I love what is. You, what should be.
Do you love me. I love you.
- Herman de Coninck
24.10.05
QUEEN OF MY HEART
(Sullivan/Heaton) 1995
To the Queen of my Heart, from the King of Nowhere
I have watched you arming, and how you wave your sword in the air;
always fighting the shadows as they move behind you,
and the beating wings that hover around you . . .
To the queen of my heart, from the king of nowhere
It's a shallow sky that holds us in; you can reach right out
and touch the edge with just one outstretched hand and feel
the dark come closing in.
And there's nowhere far enough away from here;
the ringing ears and the closing air, and the cities and deserts all beat the same;
the radio waves crackle and phase, the satellites spinning slowly round.
The radar towers search and call
to the Queen of my Heart, from the King of Nowhere . . .
This is the great world calling to the last crusader;
In the rush of the lifeblood coming out of the sunrise . . .
And you're the Queen of my Heart . . . and I'm the King of Nowhere.
(Sullivan/Heaton) 1995
To the Queen of my Heart, from the King of Nowhere
I have watched you arming, and how you wave your sword in the air;
always fighting the shadows as they move behind you,
and the beating wings that hover around you . . .
To the queen of my heart, from the king of nowhere
It's a shallow sky that holds us in; you can reach right out
and touch the edge with just one outstretched hand and feel
the dark come closing in.
And there's nowhere far enough away from here;
the ringing ears and the closing air, and the cities and deserts all beat the same;
the radio waves crackle and phase, the satellites spinning slowly round.
The radar towers search and call
to the Queen of my Heart, from the King of Nowhere . . .
This is the great world calling to the last crusader;
In the rush of the lifeblood coming out of the sunrise . . .
And you're the Queen of my Heart . . . and I'm the King of Nowhere.
aldeias brancas
curvas num copo de terra
na luz tocam sinos a repique
o coração é uma aldeia branca.
Há pedras marcadas
Linhas num rosto severo
E uma dúvida tão humana.
A rua escorre ainda
A estrada leva ainda
Na cor do vento vens tu.
de VG:
Além, ávida,
voa a ave.
Acaba a tarde.
Talvez também a borboleta,
que vive um só dia,
sinta passarem, lentas, as horas.
de RC:
mesmo se ensaio
erro o gesto
é cedo ainda.
curvas num copo de terra
na luz tocam sinos a repique
o coração é uma aldeia branca.
Há pedras marcadas
Linhas num rosto severo
E uma dúvida tão humana.
A rua escorre ainda
A estrada leva ainda
Na cor do vento vens tu.
de VG:
Além, ávida,
voa a ave.
Acaba a tarde.
Talvez também a borboleta,
que vive um só dia,
sinta passarem, lentas, as horas.
de RC:
mesmo se ensaio
erro o gesto
é cedo ainda.
quando a noite toca os teus pulsos
quando a noite toca os teus pulsos
rebentam em ternura as açucenas
e o mais das flores se inclina
para o peito, o ventre, o calor
desta vida que brilha ao sul.
dá-me a tua mão, dizes,
quero ter contigo o relâmpago
que incendeia na terra os cereais
e no coração desperta as romãs.
procuro árvores, pé ante pé.
na sombra da tua palavra
busco o derradeiro acordar das estrelas
e demoro-me em silêncio
na interrogação dos planetas.
e quando a noite toca os teus pulsos
dá-se em mim uma vida maior
e das janelas apago os olhares
para ficar a sós contigo
no suspiro da terra que nos inventa
- Vasco Gato
quando a noite toca os teus pulsos
rebentam em ternura as açucenas
e o mais das flores se inclina
para o peito, o ventre, o calor
desta vida que brilha ao sul.
dá-me a tua mão, dizes,
quero ter contigo o relâmpago
que incendeia na terra os cereais
e no coração desperta as romãs.
procuro árvores, pé ante pé.
na sombra da tua palavra
busco o derradeiro acordar das estrelas
e demoro-me em silêncio
na interrogação dos planetas.
e quando a noite toca os teus pulsos
dá-se em mim uma vida maior
e das janelas apago os olhares
para ficar a sós contigo
no suspiro da terra que nos inventa
- Vasco Gato
22.10.05
A man was leaving a cafe with his morning coffee when he noticed a most unusual funeral procession approaching the nearby cemetery.
A long Black Hearse was followed by a second long black hearse about 50 feet behind the first. Behind the second hearse was a solitary man walking a pitbull on a leash. Behind him was a queue of 200 men walking in single file.
The man couldn't stand the curiosity. He respectfully approached the man walking the dog. "I am so sorry for your loss, and I know now is a bad time to disturb you, but I've never seen a funeral like this with so many of you walking in single file. Whose funeral is it?"
The man replied, "Well, that first hearse is for my wife."
"What happened to her?"
The man replied, "My dog attacked and killed her."
He inquired further, "Well, who is in the second hearse?"
The man answered, "My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my wife when the dog turned on her." A poignant and thoughtful moment of silence passes between the two men.
"Can I borrow the dog?"
"Join the queue."
A long Black Hearse was followed by a second long black hearse about 50 feet behind the first. Behind the second hearse was a solitary man walking a pitbull on a leash. Behind him was a queue of 200 men walking in single file.
The man couldn't stand the curiosity. He respectfully approached the man walking the dog. "I am so sorry for your loss, and I know now is a bad time to disturb you, but I've never seen a funeral like this with so many of you walking in single file. Whose funeral is it?"
The man replied, "Well, that first hearse is for my wife."
"What happened to her?"
The man replied, "My dog attacked and killed her."
He inquired further, "Well, who is in the second hearse?"
The man answered, "My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my wife when the dog turned on her." A poignant and thoughtful moment of silence passes between the two men.
"Can I borrow the dog?"
"Join the queue."
15.10.05
Olá xxxxxxx,
não consegui apanhar-te ao telefone.
Foi um dia de excepção, daqueles em que algo faz clic, em que se passa de nível e o écran seguinte assoma como sabemos que assomaria tarde ou cedo, mas não sabemos porquê ou por que mecanismo.
O meu filho levantou-se depois de mim, deu-me um beijinho grande e serviu-se do pequeno-almoço, pondo a mesa e chamando-me quando tudo estava pronto.
Derivámos pela casa como jangadas pelos restos dos sonhos.
Deixei-o na aula de guitarra e sentei-me numa taberna, a ler o Público, no meio dos velhos que se agarravam a migalhas de vinho tinto como a estórias de antanho. Senti-me bem e não quis mais do que aquela cadeira.
Almoçámos com a mãe dele, cordialmente e a saber a sessões de cinema que serão sempre cosidas a fio de responsabilidade. Fui cortar o cabelo e comprar umas coisas, ela trouxe-mo depois já eu te tinha escrito algumas palavras soltas.
Fez os seus trabalhos, praticou o exercício recomendado, pegou num livro ilustrado sobre método científico e eu estive sempre ali, a esclarecê-lo. Depois fiz galinha com caju e arroz de feijão do dia anterior, rimo-nos e lá fomos deixando a noite pousar.
Agora estou a escrever-te isto porque ainda quero mais filhos e confio muito na minha teimosia.
E porque se há coisa que não hei-de permitir, é que o tempo passe por mim sem levar três ou quatro abanões naqueles colarinhos, esse pulha, o gajo.
A ver se te ligo ainda hoje. É que tenho saudades.
Não escrevia há uma pipa de dias.
Obrigado.
não consegui apanhar-te ao telefone.
Foi um dia de excepção, daqueles em que algo faz clic, em que se passa de nível e o écran seguinte assoma como sabemos que assomaria tarde ou cedo, mas não sabemos porquê ou por que mecanismo.
O meu filho levantou-se depois de mim, deu-me um beijinho grande e serviu-se do pequeno-almoço, pondo a mesa e chamando-me quando tudo estava pronto.
Derivámos pela casa como jangadas pelos restos dos sonhos.
Deixei-o na aula de guitarra e sentei-me numa taberna, a ler o Público, no meio dos velhos que se agarravam a migalhas de vinho tinto como a estórias de antanho. Senti-me bem e não quis mais do que aquela cadeira.
Almoçámos com a mãe dele, cordialmente e a saber a sessões de cinema que serão sempre cosidas a fio de responsabilidade. Fui cortar o cabelo e comprar umas coisas, ela trouxe-mo depois já eu te tinha escrito algumas palavras soltas.
Fez os seus trabalhos, praticou o exercício recomendado, pegou num livro ilustrado sobre método científico e eu estive sempre ali, a esclarecê-lo. Depois fiz galinha com caju e arroz de feijão do dia anterior, rimo-nos e lá fomos deixando a noite pousar.
Agora estou a escrever-te isto porque ainda quero mais filhos e confio muito na minha teimosia.
E porque se há coisa que não hei-de permitir, é que o tempo passe por mim sem levar três ou quatro abanões naqueles colarinhos, esse pulha, o gajo.
A ver se te ligo ainda hoje. É que tenho saudades.
Não escrevia há uma pipa de dias.
Obrigado.
14.10.05
6.10.05
Prepositions
Some common Gaelic prepositions are:
aig -- "at" air -- "on"
le -- "with" à -- "from"
Nouns which follow these prepositions and which have no definite article are unchanged by them:
port -- a port, a harbour -->
aig port -- at a port
beinn -- a mountain -->
air beinn -- on a mountain
peann -- a pen -->
le peann -- with a pen
muileann -- a mill -->
à muileann -- from a mill
Another common preposition is "do", which means "to". When followed by a noun with no definite article, it aspirates it. Before a noun beginning with a vowel, it adds "dh'":
Glaschu -- Glasgow -->
do Glaschu -- to Glasgow
taigh -- house -->
do thaigh -- to a house
Inbhir Nis -- Inverness -->
do dh'Inbhir Nis -- to Inverness
3.10.05
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