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 Note: Juno

Here you can find the Anthology "Nature 2017-2018":

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/883858

Thank you very much.

ANNOUNCEMENT:

DEWDROP TEARS

Like the dewdrops on a beautiful flower,

The tears fall gently on my face.

The  small drops of rain cover the ground

With the tears of heaven reflecting the

Rays of the sun nourishing nature’s gifts,

Those dewdrops sparkle in the sunlight and

The beauty surrounding us refreshes our soul.

This is a blog dedicated to literature and nature, based in Portugal, so it is fully justified to look at Spain. We went to see how the writer Cervantes (of Don Quijote de la Mancha) marked this country. We went to Anadalucia and we noticed how its main city, Seville, honors its writers. We saw beautiful plains, warm, like fire, and flowers hung in beautiful pots,  next to monuments with poetic gardens.

This poetic nature reminds us of Peru, with Leo Rojas (El Condor Pasa) and his music always very sister of the forest and the wild mountains.

And all this makes us remember Emily Dickinson and Massachussets.

Here we have more about her:

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/emily-dickinson

We end with a poem from Poland, by Eliza S.

Translated by Artur Komoter

Just for a Moment

If the world stopped for a moment,

I could sit,

listen to the silence that becomes,

watch how

a river stops flowing,

how the trees congeal into motionlessness.

If the world stopped for a moment,

and I with it?

I would not see

flowering meadows,

where a river becomes just a line,

and the still trees

look like sculptures,

I would not hear the ubiquitous silence.

If the world stopped

even for one day

then people –

could not hurt people.

Tylko na chwilę

Gdyby świat zatrzymał się na chwilę,

mogłabym usiąść,

posłuchać jak staje się cisza,

patrzeć jak

rzeka przestaje płynąć,

jak drzewa zastygają w bezruchu.

Gdyby świat zatrzymał się na chwilę,

a ja razem z nim?

Nie widziałabym

ukwieconych łąk,

na których rzeka staje się tylko linią,

a nieruchome drzewa

wyglądają jak rzeźby,

nie słyszałabym wszechobecnej ciszy.

Gdyby świat zatrzymał się

choć na jeden dzień

wtedy ludzie –

nie mogliby krzywdzić ludzi.

Translation to Portuguese by Rui M.

Apenas por um momento

Se o mundo parasse por um momento,
Eu poderia sentar-me
ouvir o silêncio que surgiria
e observar como
um rio pára de fluir
e como as árvores se detêm em gélido imobilismo.

Se o mundo parasse por um momento,
e eu com ele?
Eu não veria
prados floridos,
onde um rio se torna apenas uma linha,
e as árvores imóveis
fossem semelhantes a esculturas,
Eu não ouviria o silêncio omnipresente e total.

Se o mundo parasse
mesmo por um dia
então as pessoas -
não poderiam ferir as pessoas.

Bests.

With extreme weather phenomena, all over the world, our care for nature seems to be totally justified. This August: why not be careful and put all the plastic in the dustbin? why not think of the best way to use technology without harming nature? May poetry inspire us.

Fragility - Corina Savu (Romania)

Waves break through the shore

flooding the banks with tears.

Under the eyelids, pray lost its sound

And music is just a fad and broken sound

that separetes the worlds.

It's raining...

With tears from the sky

Over lonely souls,

Traveling to dusk

From the heights of suffering

With a final "burning" embrace

What's left after the gray rains fall,

...backwards...

from the soul to the forehead,

from the earth from which the life went down to heaven?

We gather broken wings...

in fact, there are only piles of ash, but

we lie that we are still alive,

that we still feel,

that we have not yet lost our way or His hand.

Ah, it's raining...

With tears that washed away sins

Over dried hearts,

Traveling from fire

Into eternal peace

With fragile wings.

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Our e-book Anthology "Nature 2017-2018"

The Anthology "Nature 2017-2018" is already available here:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/883858

Enjoy.

 Bests.

This month we present the translation of two poems by Brazilian poets.

First the poem by Ricardo de Souza, mentioning a positive world made of love and peace, regardless the duties, doubts and uncertainties...

Yes, always yes, by Ricardo de Souza

I live in the world of duties, doubts, uncertainties, taxes,
I live in the world of wars, of individualism, with lack of ideas,
I live in the world of beautiful landscapes, kind people, balance, love and peace,
I live in the world where complaining does not solve,
I come to this world with the poor purpose of leaving the little knowledge I know,
I come to this world with the duty of change, innovation, vision of the future for the quality of life of many,
I come to leave my name written in the memory of those I can reach.

The same poem in Portuguese:

Sim, Sempre Sim

Vivo no mundo de deveres, dúvidas, incertezas, impostos,

Vivo no mundo de guerras, de individualismo, afogado na pobreza de espírito,

Vivo no mundo de paisagens bonitas, pessoas bondosas, equilíbrio, amor e paz,

Vivo no mundo aonde reclamar não resolve,

Venho a este mundo com o pobre objetivo de deixar o pouco conhecimento que sei,

Venho a este mundo com o dever de mudança, inovação, visão de futuro em prol da qualidade de vida de muitos,

Venho deixar o meu nome escrito na memória dos que eu puder alcançar.

 A poem by the Brazilian poet Maria Coquemala.

MY SOUL

Light, my soul gets free and grows.
My soul that has never been so joyful,
who abandons this departing body.
       My soul transcends, advances in space ...
       Driven by the wings of desire, go to the infinite ...
       My soul goes through the rainbow.
       and is painted with the colors of joy.
All the painful memories are erased.
Silence for ever the voices of longing,
of sorrow, of pain, of suffering.
      They reveal themselves to my soul,
      the secrets of the Universe ...
      There are no unanswered questions.
      There is no longer body, agony and death.
And my whole soul, without cuts,
fulfill all my fantasies.
Reason and feeling merge in harmony.
     My walking soul advances in infinity
     unraveling paths in eternity.

Note: in the book "Pulsar" (2015), All Print Editora, São Paulo, Brazil

Original in Portuguese:

MINHA ALMA

Leve, minha alma se liberta e cresce.
Minha alma que nunca esteve tão alegre,
que abandona este corpo que se esvai.
      Minha alma transcende, avança no espaço...
      Levada pelas asas do desejo, ruma ao infinito...
      Minha alma atravessa o arco-íris
      e se pinta com as cores da alegria.
Apagam-se todas as lembranças doloridas.
Silenciam para sempre as vozes da saudade,
da tristeza, da dor, do sofrimento.
     Vão-se revelando à minha alma,
     os segredos todos do Universo...
     Já não há perguntas sem respostas.
     Já não há corpo, agonia e morte.
E a minha alma inteira, sem recortes,
realiza todas as minhas fantasias.
Razão e sentimento se fundem em harmonia.
    Minha alma andarilha avança no infinito
    desvendando veredas na eternidade.

Nota: no Livro "Pulsar" (2015), All Print Editora, São Paulo, Brasil

Enjoy your readings and writings.

Bests.