An international blog about literature and ecocriticism. Here I include my own lyrics, by Rui M. and also the work of others, from 10 to 14 each month 2017: new contributions sent to Periodical Art contests and Critics. Thanks. Arigatou

Fev 11

Due to the 100 years of the Lisbon University there is music at some universities of our city. I invite you to look at the following photos obtained at the music festival of the biggest Engineering University of Portugal (Instituto Superior Técnico):

 9 December 2010 - Salão Nobre do IST -

Mário Laginha Trio

(Mário Laginha; Bernardo Moreira and Alexandre Frazão)





 14 December 2010 - Salão Nobre do IST - Noble Large Hall

Marco Mencoboni (harpsichord)



17 December 2010 - Sé Patriarcal de Lisboa

At the main Church of Lisbon.

Marco Mencoboni and his group (Alessandro Carmignani; Andrea Arrivabene; Simone Vallerotonda; Cristiano Contadin)






With authorization of Professor Henrique Oliveira.

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Fev 11

Azured petals, darken at the extremity

But with colour of the Summer sky at the base

Solar yellow at the center

As the colour of the sun wrapped in the ice



Making me feel perplexity, before the impossible,

And crystalline pureness, full of simplicity,

With honey, frozen and amiable

That gently fills in my eyes with clarity



And when passing by her I would have a dilemma:

To cede and take her with me (killing her)

Or to respect her unique and lonely nature

Staying I suffering (but letting her alive)

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Pétalas azuladas, mais escuras na extremidade

Mas côr do céu de Verão mais para o interior

De amarelo solar ao centro

Como o calor estelar envolto em gêlo



Fazendo-me sentir perplexidade, perante o impossível,

E pureza cristalina cheia de simplicidade,

Com sabor a mel, gelada e amável

Que suavemente preenche os meus olhos com claridade



E ao passar por ela ficaria num dilema:

Ceder e levá-la comigo (matando-a)

Ou respeitar a sua natureza única e solitária

Ficando eu a sofrer (mas deixando-a viver)




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