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"Tales for The Ones in Love"

An international blog about literature, nature and hope. Here I include lyrics by Rui M. and the work of others. From 4th to 24th each month, new contributions sent to [AFTER AUGUST] are accepted. Periodical Art contests and Critics. Thanks. Arigatou

"Tales for The Ones in Love"

An international blog about literature, nature and hope. Here I include lyrics by Rui M. and the work of others. From 4th to 24th each month, new contributions sent to [AFTER AUGUST] are accepted. Periodical Art contests and Critics. Thanks. Arigatou

25
Set20

World Day of Dream: "I Dream" by Rui M.

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I Dream

I Dream. With a bright day, round as the world,

with the seas bowing to the horizon,

with the dragonflies taken to the sea, taken by the wind,

that between tides it takes them to fly over the waters,

and me dreaming of dolphins that jump higher,

than memories, than distant mountains.

 

I Dream. With seaweed, that fraternally my feet involve,

like someone who embraces someone who is loved, as a calling,

and I Dream of dives in surface waters where

water music and Balearic sounds mix

with shrimp hormones and UV from the sun

in the colors of the corals ... that Dream of the day.

I surf these big Dreams ...

 

I Dream. With skies of hope, which are reflected in stones,

creations of art, insects, flying low, in Dreams,

and with black spiders hanging from precipices.

I Dream. With the warm air in the sky, soft as a burning life

and I hear footsteps on land, crackling, on grass,

my steps to the river,

where I get on a raft and paddle, paddle ...

I go on and on, among alders, undulating,

and splashes of cold, green water.

 

And finally, beyond the last corner of the river:

again the sea ... again to embrace somebody,

again we Dream…

 

Note: In a day of climate strike.

Enjoy.

26
Jul19

July and August (1) 2019

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Right now, almost simultaneously, we are experiencing drought in Angola (is the Namib desert growing?), fires in Portugal (have we realized the real impacts of climate change, or is it just the eucalyptus problem?), a wave of heat in the rest of Europe (we will in the future go on vacation to the UK to have hot days and a long enough blue summer?) and the heat in New York (will it be normal?). These are only questions, and we realize that often the question is even more important than an answer.
 
This is another text on this blog, to make us think, nothing more. Now is time to read some poetry, perhaps the softness of the words will inspire us.
 
Little Fishies, by Karina Aldrighis
 
Gold little fish,
Stripy little fish,
Bubbles in the aquarium
Blu, blu, blu, blu...

Knocking on the glasses,
Pacing forth and back.
It gets stressed!
Blu, blu, blu, blu...

Lifted Flippers,
Steep Tail,
Synchronized swim,
Blu, blu, blu, blu...

Seaweeds in aquarium,
Pirate box
The Giant Oyster.
Blu, blu, blu, blu...

It opens and closes
Its funny mouth,
And hilarious bubbles!
Blu, blu, blu, blu...

Little stones on deep sea
Multicolours tones
It up and down goes.
Blu, blu, blu, blu...
 
Doesn’t it get tired of living
In a square world
Shaped by transparent glass?
Blu, blu, blu, blu...

Until now as far as I know
No one has died drowned,
it’d be an unusual fact!
Blu, blu, blu, blu...

Note: Translation by Leandro Monteiro, in the bilingual Book "Nest of Butterflies"
 
 

A speech by Greta Thunberg:

 

 

Enjoy.