“Art is literacy of the heart” Elliot Eisner / “Arte não é pureza; é purificação, não é liberdade; é libertação.” Clarice Lispector

quarta-feira, 11 de dezembro de 2013

Because of you


“Love.



Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer
Remember your hands; how did your lips
Feel on mine?



Because of you, I love the white statues
Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that
Have neither voice nor sight.



I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.



Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague memory of you. I live with pain
That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
Make to me an irreperable harm.



Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
Vines on melancholy walls.



I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
Glimpse you in every window.



Because of you, the heady perfumes of
Summer pain me; because of you, I again
Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
Shooting stars, falling objects.” 




Poetic Postcards
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2 comentários:

  1. Hello my friend! I'm back on line:) You have made such a lovely art piece again and Neruda's poem is gorgeous..

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  2. A beautiful, tender montage, which fits with the poem that has the same tender touch, full of love, both of them.

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