Dear Friends of Literature and Nature,

Today I leave here a poem to remember our Friend: the Poetess Janine Canan, now dead victim of cancer…

A Goddess of literature

Semi-Goddess of the letters,

Prayer of the hidden landscapes of Human feelings.

Please, tell me if is it worth to know somebody and then suffer?

I remember when a wave is made of moon’s color…

and I vanish as if a spell contains a secret;

a mystery question, without answer: logicless.

Please, now that you are with our Goddess,

please tell her something about me.

Cause, at the moment,

all my blood is pitch black,

and I wonder if I can ever again

feel alone, after being part

of your life: a living shore,

Once occupied by a thoughtful spirit as you are.

Now that all the green mountains have fallen,

Leaving a gap in this friend’s heart,

Let you know I will (we will) miss you

Until we get together again,

 in a,

deep blue ocean created by our Goddess of Love.

17 July 2021, by Rui M.

"One" a music by Jesse Cook.

We know she would like.

See you soon.

If you search for a good writer then you should find Janine Canan.

Her work give us the magic that sometimes our days are missing.

Here you can find all her books:

http://www.janinecanan.com/pages/order_books.html

Enjoy!

Dear friends,

I invite you to download, for free, the book "Ardor" from the good writer Janine Canan.

Here is the link for Windows 8 e-book:

http://apps.microsoft.com/windows/app/ardor/e6f370ce-84e9-4efa-a570-63b4c2b994c7

Caros amigos,

Convido-vos a lerem, gratuitamente, o livro mais recente de Janine Canan.

Fica aqui o link:

http://apps.microsoft.com/windows/app/ardor/e6f370ce-84e9-4efa-a570-63b4c2b994c7

E, já agora, a tradução de dois dos seus poemas.

Vão gostar, certamente.

1o

Felicidade

Não é suficiente ser livre.

Tu necessitas de te sentir amada.

Quem te ama? A criação ama.

A Criação ama cada partícula de si própria.

Consegues sentir os raios quentes a envolver tudo?

2º

Pedras

Ao longo da praia, pedras

Expostas pela maré em retirada,

Dão-me as boas vindas tal qual amigos de longa data.

E eu curvo-me para apanhar ovos, aos montes,

Ovais, crescentes suavizados

Pela vida no mar tumultuoso.

Alguns partidos por um sopro catastrófico

Revelam no interior um ouro brilhante.

Enquanto eu caminho ao longo da costa cravejada.

Eles amontoam-se na minha amada mão.

Batidas de coração da terra a desmoronar-se

Que eu um dia abandonarei.

Península Olímpica

Tradução para Português por Rui M.