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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

22
Nov20

Inspirational Poems

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Please, send your poem or short story to blogsnat@gmail.com (Literary Contest)

Today, we would like to share two poems. 

“Bunches of Fruit” by Eliza Segiet (Poland)- translated by Artur
Komoter (Nature 2018)

 

My dream island
is soaked with the smell of
oleander, jasmine,
and in the gap between the cliffs
illuminated by the extent of azure.
Mine is
shapeless, bordered by sadness
and desire.
The sea gave up everything
it had previously received.
How much of the world is here!
A symphony of elements.
And where are the bunches of fruit?
I know.
They grow on trays
bedewed with memories of the tropics,
they look for shade
and tempt with the effusion of colors.

 

Joan Beebe (USA) - “A peaceful walk” (Nature 2018)


A renewal of spirit seems to take place
While following a path along a meandering brook.
Walking through a forest of beauty and serenity
One’s mind is filled with the sights and soft sounds
Of nature’s peaceful surroundings.
Time stands still and you are enveloped
Within the outstretched arms of trees as if
Welcoming a friend,
The brook we follow has a sound of its own –
Like a beautiful melody of joy.
For a few moments, one is mesmerized
By the feeling of being one with the
Natural rhythm of a forest so alive.
As the brilliant sun sends its golden rays
Upon the canopy of green above us,
One hears a quiet whisper of this forest –
It is the gentle wind flowing through the trees
And sheltering us as we finish our Peaceful Walk.

 

Enjoy.

 

 

16
Mar20

Poem: White Flower

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White Flower

 

I also have a white rose for you.

It's the most beautiful flower I've ever seen.

Their petals are sweet: eat them ...

Your color is pure: agree and observe ...

 

Take it carefully and believe.

Smell it and let it lift you,

By the cry of those who first see it,

By the resignation of those who let themselves be carried away.

 

But the stalk that gives it life has thorns.

And the white gets dirty faster ...

And you are tempted to drink wine with her ...

 

But, your beauty comforts us, does not it ?!

And its snow color is sweet and light,

Although his life is of stamens and brief ...

 

Enjoy.

31
Ago19

1st September 2019 - Part 1 - Amazon

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These days the many fires in the Amazon have been news and have raised numerous issues related to the environment, management and also related to the people who live in it and want to continue to be there. We are facing a challenge that is much more than a challenge regarding the conservation of a given ecosystem. To some extent, it is similar to the protection given to cork oaks in Portugal as a protected species that it is forbidden to cut, and this can be seen as an interference with the property and management rights that an owner will have over his own assets. The interesting thing is not so much this aspect of reality, because we understand the prohibition due to the importance of the tree, but the possibility that the owner has to derive income from this tree, through cork sales. Looking at the Amazon we can see this challenge with the same eyes and come to the same conclusion: even those who have an economic interest in deforestation of the Amazon rainforest when they realize that they can also subsist, and have the same standards of life with a fully conserved forest they will want that same conservation. Regarding the conservation of the Amazon rainforest, if the problem of its destruction can be considered global, even if the main potential problem is to the countries in which it exists, or may cease to exist, global support for its conservation seems to make sense.

 

We also invite you to get to know the winner poem of Anthology “Nature 2018-2019”

 

The Lady of Coram by Claire O' Connell from Ireland

 

Who is she wish of hand?

Fainted lady of Coram,

Calling to the frozen abyss,

Hush to the dead-

-Fast asleep.

 

Floating frozen ocean shore,

Lost of sight and broken sea floors,

Simple words that string the line,

Gain of nothing; lost of the divine.

 

She taunts them to escape frozen shores,

Under her rule of taunting pain,

Giving false hope to the frozen souls,

The lady of Coram owns the game.

 

 

 

 

 

What is her aim but to win?

She surely carries out her task,

Stay a moment and hear her callous laugh,

To silence the lost is her forte,

All the souls trapped in ocean ice,

Victims of directed fallen Angels winged in black,

The being of many names traps them,

Still to me she is the lady of Coram,

Calling to the dark I hear their roars,

It’s all I ever really hear,

Frozen soul, Ocean Sea,

I wait for the sun to set the shore alight,

Still all that is before me is the Ocean Coram,

I walk away all alone,

I ignore the lost and frozen,

Does that make me worse?

Still under all the façade-

Am I just like her - the lady of the dark.

 

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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.