quinta-feira, 23 de novembro de 2017

Pela estrada fora II, Madagáscar



Be Glad Your Nose Is on Your Face


Be glad your nose is on your face, 
not pasted on some other place, 
for if it were where it is not, 
you might dislike your nose a lot. 

Imagine if your precious nose 
were sandwiched in between your toes, 
that clearly would not be a treat, 
for you’d be forced to smell your feet. 

Your nose would be a source of dread 
were it attached atop your head, 
it soon would drive you to despair, 
forever tickled by your hair. 

Within your ear, your nose would be 
an absolute catastrophe, 
for when you were obliged to sneeze, 
your brain would rattle from the breeze. 

Your nose, instead, through thick and thin, 
remains between your eyes and chin, 
not pasted on some other place— 
be glad your nose is on your face!

                           JACK PRELUTSKY

quarta-feira, 22 de novembro de 2017

irmãos, Backwaters, Kerala, India


Os homens são fáceis de afastar. Basta não nos aproximarmos.

Fernando Pessoa in "O Livro do Desassossego"

terça-feira, 21 de novembro de 2017

Gondar, Etiópia, como ser perfeito?

How to Be Perfect

Get some sleep.

Don't give advice.

Take care of your teeth and gums.

Don't be afraid of anything beyond your control. Don't be afraid, for
instance, that the building will collapse as you sleep, or that someone
you love will suddenly drop dead.

Eat an orange every morning.

Be friendly. It will help make you happy.

Raise your pulse rate to 120 beats per minute for 20 straight minutes
four or five times a week doing anything you enjoy.

Hope for everything. Expect nothing.

Take care of things close to home first. Straighten up your room
before you save the world. Then save the world.

Know that the desire to be perfect is probably the veiled expression
of another desire—to be loved, perhaps, or not to die.

Make eye contact with a tree.

Be skeptical about all opinions, but try to see some value in each of
them.

Dress in a way that pleases both you and those around you.

Do not speak quickly.

Learn something every day. (Dzien dobre!)

Be nice to people before they have a chance to behave badly.

Don't stay angry about anything for more than a week, but don't
forget what made you angry. Hold your anger out at arm's length
and look at it, as if it were a glass ball. Then add it to your glass ball
collection.

Be loyal.

Wear comfortable shoes.

Design your activities so that they show a pleasing balance
and variety.

Be kind to old people, even when they are obnoxious. When you
become old, be kind to young people. Do not throw your cane at
them when they call you Grandpa. They are your grandchildren!

Live with an animal.

Do not spend too much time with large groups of people.

If you need help, ask for it.

Cultivate good posture until it becomes natural.

If someone murders your child, get a shotgun and blow his head off.

Plan your day so you never have to rush.

Show your appreciation to people who do things for you, even if you
have paid them, even if they do favors you don't want.

Do not waste money you could be giving to those who need it.

Expect society to be defective. Then weep when you find that it is far
more defective than you imagined.

When you borrow something, return it in an even better condition.

As much as possible, use wooden objects instead of plastic or metal
ones.

Look at that bird over there.

After dinner, wash the dishes.

Calm down.

Visit foreign countries, except those whose inhabitants have
expressed a desire to kill you.

Don't expect your children to love you, so they can, if they want to.

Meditate on the spiritual. Then go a little further, if you feel like it.
What is out (in) there?

Sing, every once in a while.

Be on time, but if you are late do not give a detailed and lengthy
excuse.

Don't be too self-critical or too self-congratulatory.

Don't think that progress exists. It doesn't.

Walk upstairs.

Do not practice cannibalism.

Imagine what you would like to see happen, and then don't do
anything to make it impossible.

Take your phone off the hook at least twice a week.

Keep your windows clean.

Extirpate all traces of personal ambitiousness.

Don't use the word extirpate too often.

Forgive your country every once in a while. If that is not possible, go
to another one.

If you feel tired, rest.

Grow something.

Do not wander through train stations muttering, "We're all going to
die!"

Count among your true friends people of various stations of life.

Appreciate simple pleasures, such as the pleasure of chewing, the
pleasure of warm water running down your back, the pleasure of a
cool breeze, the pleasure of falling asleep.

Do not exclaim, "Isn't technology wonderful!"

Learn how to stretch your muscles. Stretch them every day.

Don't be depressed about growing older. It will make you feel even
older. Which is depressing.

Do one thing at a time.

If you burn your finger, put it in cold water immediately. If you bang
your finger with a hammer, hold your hand in the air for twenty
minutes. You will be surprised by the curative powers of coldness and
gravity.

Learn how to whistle at earsplitting volume.

Be calm in a crisis. The more critical the situation, the calmer you
should be.

Enjoy sex, but don't become obsessed with it. Except for brief periods
in your adolescence, youth, middle age, and old age.

Contemplate everything's opposite.

If you're struck with the fear that you've swum out too far in the
ocean, turn around and go back to the lifeboat.

Keep your childish self alive.

Answer letters promptly. Use attractive stamps, like the one with a
tornado on it.

Cry every once in a while, but only when alone. Then appreciate
how much better you feel. Don't be embarrassed about feeling better.

Do not inhale smoke.

Take a deep breath.

Do not smart off to a policeman.

Do not step off the curb until you can walk all the way across the
street. From the curb you can study the pedestrians who are trapped
in the middle of the crazed and roaring traffic.

Be good.

Walk down different streets.

Backwards.

Remember beauty, which exists, and truth, which does not. Notice
that the idea of truth is just as powerful as the idea of beauty.

Stay out of jail.

In later life, become a mystic.

Use Colgate toothpaste in the new Tartar Control formula.

Visit friends and acquaintances in the hospital. When you feel it is
time to leave, do so.

Be honest with yourself, diplomatic with others.

Do not go crazy a lot. It's a waste of time.

Read and reread great books.

Dig a hole with a shovel.

In winter, before you go to bed, humidify your bedroom.

Know that the only perfect things are a 300 game in bowling and a
27-batter, 27-out game in baseball.

Drink plenty of water. When asked what you would like to drink,
say, "Water, please."

Ask "Where is the loo?" but not "Where can I urinate?"

Be kind to physical objects.

Beginning at age forty, get a complete "physical" every few years
from a doctor you trust and feel comfortable with.

Don't read the newspaper more than once a year.

Learn how to say "hello," "thank you," and "chopsticks"
in Mandarin.

Belch and fart, but quietly.

Be especially cordial to foreigners.

See shadow puppet plays and imagine that you are one of the
characters. Or all of them.

Take out the trash.

Love life.

Use exact change.

When there's shooting in the street, don't go near the window.

Ron Padgett, "How to Be Perfect" from Collected Poems.

Pela estrada fora, Madagáscar

Poema da Terra Adubada

Por detrás das árvores não se escondem faunos, não. 
Por detrás das árvores escondem-se os soldados 
com granadas de mão. 

As árvores são belas com os troncos dourados. 
São boas e largas para esconder soldados. 

Não é o vento que rumoreja nas folhas, 
não é o vento, não. 
São os corpos dos soldados rastejando no chão. 

O brilho súbito não é do limbo das folhas verdes reluzentes. 
É das lâminas das facas que os soldados apertam entre os dentes. 

As rubras flores vermelhas não são papoilas, não. 
É o sangue dos soldados que está vertido no chão. 

Não são vespas, nem besoiros, nem pássaros a assobiar. 
São os silvos das balas cortando a espessura do ar. 

Depois os lavradores 
rasgarão a terra com a lâmina aguda dos arados, 
e a terra dará vinho e pão e flores 
adubada com os corpos dos soldados. 

António Gedeão, in 'Linhas de Força' 

À espera, em Antananarivo, Madagáscar


PARAGEM. ZONA
Tragam-me esquecimento em travessas!
Quero comer o abandono da vida!
Quero perder o hábito de gritar para dentro.
Arre, já basta! Não sei o quê. mas já basta...
Então viver amanhã, hein?... E o que se faz de hoje?
Viver amanhã por ter adiado hoje?
Comprei por acaso um bilhete para esse espectáculo?
Que gargalhadas daria quem pudesse rir!
E agora aparece o eléctrico — o de que eu estou à espera —
Antes fosse outro... Ter de subir já!
Ninguém me obriga, mas deixai-o passar, porquê?
Só deixando passar todos, e a mim mesmo, e à vida...
Que náusea no estômago real que é a alma consciente!
Que sono bom o ser outra pessoa qualquer...
Já compreendo porque é que as crianças querem ser guarda-freios...
Não, não compreendo nada...
Tarde de azul e ouro, alegria das gentes, olhos claros da vida...
28-5-1930
Álvaro de Campos - Livro de Versos . Fernando Pessoa. 

segunda-feira, 20 de novembro de 2017

Pescadores, Praia de Paramos


Nos encaminamos a la playa de los pescadores, despejada por la noche. Las barcas en seco alineadas ofrecían un apoyo para la espalda y entre ellas toda la quietud que hacía falta. Nos sentamos en la arena muy cerca, hombro con hombro, no nos entraban ganas de hablar. Algunas boces salian de las habitaciones de los pescadores. Del mar no, que hacía cosquilas a la orilla.

Erri De Luca, I pesci non chiudono gli occhi

o professor e a aluna, Shiraz


- O que é que se consegue quando se fica feliz?, sua voz era uma seta clara e fina. A professora olhou para Joana.

- Repita a pergunta...?

Silêncio. A professora sorriu arrumando os livros.

- Pergunte de novo, Joana, eu é que não ouvi.

- Queria saber: depois que se é feliz o que acontece? O que vem depois? - repetiu a menina com obstinação.

A mulher encarava-a com surpresa.

- Que idéia! Acho que não sei o que você quer dizer, que idéia! Faça a mesma pergunta com outras palavras...

- Ser feliz é para se conseguir o quê?

Clarice Lispector

domingo, 19 de novembro de 2017

Alcoi, "entre moros i cristians" - exército cristão


Um exército de ovelhas liderado por um leão é capaz de derrotar um exército de leões liderado por uma ovelha.

Mia Couto in "A Confissão da Leoa"

segunda-feira, 13 de novembro de 2017

Maziar Aledavood, Dasht-e Kavir, Irão


When no one is looking, I swallow deserts and clouds and chew on mountains knowing they are sweet bones! When no one is looking and I want to kiss God, I just lift my own hand to my mouth

Hafez, Poeta Persa  (1315-1390), Shiraz

"as gémeas de Shiraz"

The Twins

In form and feature, face and limb,
I grew so like my brother,
That folks got taking me for him,
And each for one another.
It puzzled all our kith and kin,
It reached an awful pitch;
For one of us was born a twin,
Yet not a soul knew which.
One day (to make the matter worse),
Before our names were fixed,
As we were being washed by nurse
We got completely mixed;
And thus, you see, by Fate’s decree,
(Or rather nurse’s whim),
My brother John got christened me,
And I got christened him.
This fatal likeness even dogged
My footsteps when at school,
And I was always getting flogged,
For John turned out a fool.
I put this question hopelessly
to everyone I knew—
What would you do, if you were me,
To prove that you were you?
Our close resemblance turned the tide
Of my domestic life;
For somehow my intended bride
Became my brother’s wife.
In short, year after year the same
Absurd mistakes went on;
And when I died—the neighbors came
And buried brother John!

Henry S. Leigh (1837 – 1883)

sexta-feira, 10 de novembro de 2017

O rapaz do "croché", Etiópia


Will you crochet?

Will you crochet in the park?
Will you crochet in the dark?

Will you crochet on a plane?
Will you crochet on a train?

What about the dentist chair?
You can crochet anywhere!

Will you crochet while at church?
It won't leave you in a lurch.

Will you crochet in a car?
Will you crochet in a bar?

What about the picture show?
Tell me. Tell me. I will go.

Will you crochet at the gym?
How 'bout just a little trim?

Will you crochet on a walk?
Will you crochet while we talk?

Will you crochet with a friend?
Teach them. Teach them. Start a trend!

Yes! I crochet here and there.
I will crochet everywhere!

Laurinda Reddig, in "ReCrochetions"

terça-feira, 7 de novembro de 2017

"Feiticeira", Etiópia


Feiticeira

De que noite demorada
Ou de que breve manhã
Vieste tu, feiticeira
De nuvens deslumbrada

De que sonho feito mar
Ou de que mar não sonhado
Vieste tu, feiticeira
Aninhar-te ao meu lado

De que fogo renascido
Ou de que lume apagado
Vieste tu, feiticeira
Segredar-me ao ouvido

De que fontes de que águas
De que chão de que horizonte
De que neves de que fráguas
De que sedes de que montes
De que norte de que lida
De que deserto de morte
Vieste tu feiticeira
Inundar-me de vida. 

sábado, 28 de outubro de 2017

Irmãs, Marrocos


Brother and Sister

"SISTER, sister, go to bed! 
Go and rest your weary head."
Thus the prudent brother said.

"Do you want a battered hide,
Or scratches to your face applied?"
Thus his sister calm replied.

"Sister, do not raise my wrath.
I'd make you into mutton broth
As easily as kill a moth"

The sister raised her beaming eye
And looked on him indignantly
And sternly answered, "Only try!"

Off to the cook he quickly ran.
"Dear Cook, please lend a frying-pan
To me as quickly as you can."

And wherefore should I lend it you?"
"The reason, Cook, is plain to view.
I wish to make an Irish stew."

"What meat is in that stew to go?"
"My sister'll be the contents!"
"Oh"
"You'll lend the pan to me, Cook?"
"No!"

Lewis Carroll

Shiraz, Irão, Madrassa Khan College


"Have patience. All things are difficult before they become easy."

Abū-Muhammad Muslih al-Dīn bin Abdallāh Shīrāzī, conhecido como Saadi de Shiraz (Saadi Shirazi) 
Poeta Iraniano (1210 - 1292)

quinta-feira, 26 de outubro de 2017

Madagáscar, é malgaxe este sorriso...


Dá-me um sorriso a brincar

Dá-me um sorriso a brincar,
Dá-me uma palavra a rir,
Eu me tenho por feliz
Só de te ver e te ouvir.

Fernando Pessoa in "Quadras ao Gosto Popular"

"baby Ashura" Shiraz, Irão


“The heart is a
The thousand-stringed instrument

That can only be tuned with
Love.” 

Hafez, Poeta Persa  (1315-1390), Shiraz

avô e neto. Shiraz, Irão


“Listen: this world is the lunatic's sphere,
Don't always agree it's real,

Even with my feet upon it
And the postman knowing my door

My address is somewhere else.” 

Hafez, Poeta Persa  (1315-1390), Shiraz